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"PREFACE. 



CT^HIS collection of hymns is made for use in Baptist 
\[) churches. While limited in number, it will be found 
to be catholic in selection. Hymnology is a harp of 
many strings, and we have tried to strike them all. We 
have drawn from a wide variety of sources, and with 
reference to all occasions of the Christian life, all the 
moods of Christian experience, and all the forms of 
Christian doctrine. It would be easy to select hymns 
which should be all in one vein, or in fact written by one 
person. But as the Bible, the manual of Christian 
knowledge, inspired by one and the self-same Spirit, is 
in the varied style of so many different writers, so our 
manuals of Christian song should partake of a similar 
variety, which is possible by drawing from the singers of 
all times, countries, and communions. 

But while the field of research is so wide and various, 
a hymn-book is not necessarily useful in proportion to the 
number of hymns it contains. We have not attempted to 
.include all hymns which even an enlightened judgment 
might call good. We have excluded some which have 
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their merit, and indeed hallowed associations, in many 
minds. But we have omitted many on account of some 
weakness or defect which would subtract from the general 
tone of strength both in doctrine and style which we have 
desired this selection should possess. A single defect may 
spoil an otherwise good hymn. We hope that what is 
omitted is more than made up by the quality of that which 
is retained. 

So far as practicable the original text of hymns has been 
given, for the simple reason that in most cases it is superior 
to the alterations to which it has been subjected. A few 
alterations have been universally accepted, and justify 
themselves. But, in the innumerable variations which have 
found their way into the different collections, it has seemed 
to us tl»e wiser rule to fall back on the original and 
uncorrupted text. Where departures are made from the 
author's text, in most cases, and unless in slight verbal 
changes, the fact is indicated. 

A few of the hymns in this collection exceed the length 
usually prescribed for singing. Verses which seemed 
necessary to the unity and effectiveness of a hymn, or for 
whose omission there seemed to be no reason which would 
not apply to the other verses, have been given, even where 
all the verses would not be sung at one time, giving the 
opportunity of selection to the minister. For a true hymn 
is vital in every part, and cannot be cut down to given 
dimensions without injury. Abridgment or mutilation is 
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often the worst alteration a hymn can suffer. A hymn- 
book is not used in public worship alone. Its hymns 
may be studied by the young, and by all Christians, and 
committed to memory with great profit. Moreover the 
conductor of public worship, making his selections 
carefully and in advance, may be left to use his own taste 
and judgment in selecting the verses to be sung, instead 
of having an exact number fixed for him, beyond which he 
cannot go. Therefore, while selections have been made 
from some hymns which could not be given at their full 
length, the selection has been governed by the quality and 
the relation of the verses, rather than their number. We 
have often regretted that there seemed to be a necessity 
for any abridgment at all. This necessity, it will not be 
concealed, has been enforced, in part, by the attempt to 
combine a collection of music for congregational singing 
with the collection of hymns. To preserve the natural 
order, and a uniform numbering of the hymns in both 
collections, as well as an unbroken page in the book of 
tunes, we have submitted to occasional elisions or additions 
which had no other sufficient reason. 

We have endeavored to avaif' ourselves of the progress 
made in hymnology in late years, and to use its researches 
and its ample resources, in preparing a book adapted to 
the service of song in the house of the Lord. Our labor 
has given us a fresh impression of the difficulty and the 
responsibility of selecting out of such abundant materials 
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a body of hymns, which, while not large in number, shall 
serve all the needs of the people of God in public worship, 
and be also an aid in their private spiritual culture. It has 
made us aware of the defects which exist after the best 
endeavors. But believing that the Spirit of the Lord in 
the hearts of his people can make it sufficient, we have 
only to commit it to their use, and to His blessing. 

S. L. CALDWELL, 
A. J. GORDON. 

July 15, 1S71. 



PREFACE TO THE LAST EDITION. 

A large number of hymns and tunes of the more 
popular and stirring kind have been added to the present 
edition of this work. Many of the Gospel songs which 
attained such wide-spread fame in connection with the 
labors of Messrs. Moody and Sankey in Great Britain will 
be found among the number. Also the best and most 
popular songs of Messrs. ^owry, Doane, Fischer, and Bliss 
have been added, together with many original tunes, and 
many sacred songs now for the first time published in this 
country. It is believed that the growing demand for music 
of this character is amply met in the present issue. 

September 27, T $J$. 

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WORSHIP. 
1 • Psalm 100. L. M. 

1 With one consent, let all the earth 

To God their cheerful voices raise; 
Glad homage pay with awful mirth, 
And sing before him songs of praise : 

2 Convinced that he is God alone, 

From whom both we and all proceed ; 
We, whom he chooses for his own, 
The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 

3 O, enter, then, his temple gate, 

Thence to his courts devoutly press, 
And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
And still his name with praises bless, 

4 For he's the Lord, supremely good ; 

His mercy is forever sure ; 
His truth, which always firmly stood, 
To endless ages shall endure. 

Tate and Brady, 1696- 
2 . Psalm 100. L. M. 

1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and he destroy. 
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2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 

Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
And when, like wandering sheep, we 
strayed, 

He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, 

Our souls, and all our mortal frame ; 
What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 

4z We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
High as the heaven our voices raise; 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
Vast as eternity thy love : 
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. Alt. by J. Wesley, 1741. 

3. Psalm 100. L. M. 

1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice 

Before the Lord, your sovereign King, 
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, 
With all your tongues his glory sing. 

2 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone 

Doth life and breath and being give ; 
We are his work, and not our own ; 
The sheep that on his pastures live. 

3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, 

With praises to his courts repair, 
And make it your divine employ 

To pay your thanks and honors there. 

4 The Lord is good ; the Lord is kind ; 

Great is his grace, his mercy sure ; 
And the whole race of man shall find 
His truth from age to age endure. 

Isaac Watts, 1710. 

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t:« Psalm 65. 

1 For thee, O God, our constant praise 

In Zion waits, thy chosen seat ; 
Our promised altars we will raise, 

And there our zealous vows complete. 

2 thou, who to my humble prayer 

Didst always bend thy listening ear, 
To thee shall all mankind repair, 
And at thy gracious throne appear. 

3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain 

To stop thy flowing mercy try ; 
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, 
And washest out the crimson dye. 

4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed, 

Within thy sacred dwelling lives ! 
While we, at humbler distance, taste 
The vast delights thy temple gives. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 
5« Psalm 65. L. M. 

1 Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits ; 
Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates ; 
All flesh shall to thy throne repair, 
And find, through Christ, salvation there. 

2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail ; 
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail : 
thou that hearest prayer, descend, 
And still be found the sinner's friend. 

3 How blest thy saints ! how safely led ! 
How surely kept ! how richly fed ! 
Saviour of all in earth and sea, 

How happy they who rest in thee ! 

't: Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, 
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills ! 
Evening and morning hymn thy praise, 
And earth thy bounty wide displays. 
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5 The year is with thy goodness crowned : 
Thy clouds drop wealth the world around ; 
Through thee the deserts laugh and sing. 
And nature smiles and owns her king. 

6 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour ; 
The moral waste within restore ; 
Oh let thy love our spring-tide be. 
And make us all bear fruit to thee. 

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834. 
6. Psalm 65. L. M. 

* Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee : 
There shall our vows be paid : 
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray ; 
All flesh shall seek thine aid. 

2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, 

But pardoning grace is thine ; 
And thou wilt grant us power and skill 
To conquer every sin. 

3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose 

To bring them near thy face ; 
Give them a dwelling in thy house. 
To feast upon thy grace. 

4 In answering what thy church requests. 

Thy truth and terror shine ; 
And works of dreadful righteousness 
Fulfil thy kind design. 

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see 

The Lord is good and just ; 
And distant islands fly to thee. 
And make thy name their trust. 

Isaac Waits, 1719. 
< • Psaxm 84. L. M. 

1 My soul, how lovely is the place 
To which thy God resorts ! 
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, 
Though in his earthly courts. 
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2 There the great Monarch of the skies 

His saving power displays, 
And light breaks in upon our eyes 
With kind and quickening rays. 

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove 

Descends and fills the place, 
While Christ reveals his wond'rous love. 
And sheds abroad his grace. 

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 

The secrets of thy will ; 
And still we seek thy mercy there, 
And sing thy praises still. 

5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, 

While far from thine abode ; 
When shall I tread thy courts, and see 
My Saviour and my God ? 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

8# Psalm 95. C. M. 

1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, 

And in his strength rejoice; 
When his salvation is our theme, 
Exalted be our voice. 

2 With thanks, approach his awful sight, 

And psalms of honor sing ; 
The Lord's a God of boundless might, 
The whole creation's King. 

3 Come, and with humble souls adore, 

Come, kneel before his face ; 
Oh, may the creatures of his power 
Be children of his grace ! 

4 Now is the time : he bends his ear, 

And waits for your request ; 
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear 
6 Ye shall not see my rest.' 

Isaac Watts, 1710. 

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Psalm 95. L. M. 

1 Come, let our voices join to raise 
A sacred song of solemn praise ; 
God is a sovereign King ; rehearse 
His honors in exalted verse. 

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, 
Who framed our natures with his word ; 
He is our shepherd ; we the sheep 

His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 

3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, 
The counsels of his love obey ; 
Nor let our hardened hearts renew 
The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 

4 Seize the kind promise while it waits, 
And march to Zion's heavenly gates ; 
Believe, and take the promised rest; 
Obey, and be for ever blest. 

Isaac Watt.% 1719. 
• Psalm 84. § L. M. 

1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings 
The joy that from thy presence springs : 
To spend one day with thee on earth, 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
Within thy house, O God of grace, 
Not tents of ease nor thrones of power 
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 

3 God is our sun, he makes our day ; 
God is our shield, he guards our way 
From all th' assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without and foes within. 

4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory too ; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 



WORSHIP. 



11. L. M. 

1 Lord, in the temples of thy grace 
Thy saints behold thy smiling face ; 
And oft have seen thy glory shine, 
With power and majesty divine. 

2 Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry, 
Our graces droop, our comforts die ; 
Keturn, and let thy glories rise 
Again to our admiring eyes : 

3 Till, filled with light, and joy, and love, 
Thy courts below, like those above, 
Triumphant hallelujahs raise, 

And heaven and earth resound thy praise. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

12. Psalm 111. L. 31. 

1 My God, accept my early vows, 
Like morning incense in thy house ; 
And let my nightly worship rise, 
Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 

2 Watch o'er my lips and guard them. Lord, 
From every rash and heedless word ; 
Xor let my feet incline to tread 

The guilty path where sinners lead. 

3 Oh may the righteous, when I stray, 
Smite and reprove my wandering way ; 
Their gentle words, like ointment shed, 
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 
• Psalm 122. S. P. M. 

1 How pleased and blest was I 

To hear the people cry, 
" Come, let us seek our God to-day ! * 

Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 

We haste to Zion's hill. 
And there our vows and honors pay. 



WORSHIP. 



2 Zion, thrice happy place, 
Adorned with wondrous grace, 

And walls of strength embrace thee round 
In thee our tribes appear 
To pray, and praise, and hear 

The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 

3 There David's greater Son 
Has fixed his royal throne, 

He sits for grace and judgment there ; 

He bids the saints be glad, 

He makes the sinner sad, 
And humble souls rejoice with fear. 

4 May peace attend thy gate, 
And joy within thee wait 

To bless the soul of every guest ! 

The man that seeks thy peace, 

And wishes thine increase, 
A thousand blessings on him rest ! 

5 My tongue repeats her vows, 

" Peace to this sacred house ! " 

For here my friends and kindred dwell ; 
And since my glorious God 
Makes thee his blest abode, 

My soul shall ever love thee well. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

i i» Psalm 122. C. M. 

How r did my heart rejoice to hear 

My friends devoutly say, 
" In Zion let us all appear, 

And keep the solemn day." 

I love her gates, I love the road ; 

The Church, adorned with grace, 
Stands like a palace, built for God, 

To show his milder face. 

Up to her courts, w T ith joys unknown, 
The holy tribes repair ; 
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The Son of David holds his throne, 
And sits in judgment there. 

4 He hears our praises and complaints; 

And while his awful voice 
Divides the sinners from the saints, 
We tremble and rejoice. 

5 Peace be within this sacred place, 

And joy a constant guest ; 
With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
Be her attendants blest. 

G My soul shall pray for Zion still, 
While life or breath remains ; 
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell, 
There God, my Saviour, reigns. 

Isaac Waits, 1719. 
15. C. M. 

1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name, 

And joy to make it known ; 
The sovereign of your heart proclaim, 
And bow before his throne. 

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned 

With glories all divine ; 
And tell the wondering nations round, 
How bright those glories shine. 

3 Infinite power and boundless grace 

In him unite their rays : 
You, that have e'er beheld his face, 
Can you forbear his praise ? 

4 When in his earthly courts we view 

The glories of our King, 
We long to love as angels do, 
And wish like them to sing. 

5 And shall we long and wish in vain ? 

Lord, teach our songs to rise ; 
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Thy love can animate the strain, 
And bid it reach the skies. 

6 Oh, happy period ! glorious day ! 

When heaven and earth shall raise, 
With all their powers, the raptured lay. 
To celebrate thy praise. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 
• Psalm 84. L. M. 

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! 
With long desire my spirit faints 
To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, 
My panting heart cries out for God ; 
My God, my King, why should I be 
So far from all my joys and thee ? 

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high 
Around thy throne of majesty ; 
Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all their work is praise and love. 

4 Blest are the souls that find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace ; 
There they behold thy gentler rays, 
And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 

5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate ; 

God is their strength, and thro' the road 
They lean upon their helper, God. 

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length : 
Till all before thy face appear, 

And join in nobler worship there. 

Isaac Watts, 17x9. 



WORSHIP. 



17. Psalm 135. L. M. 

1 Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name, 

While in his holy courts ye wait, 
Ye saints, who to his house belong, 
Or stand attending at his gate. 

2 Praise ye the Lord ; the Lord is good ; 

To praise his name is sweet employ ; 
Israel he chose of old, and still 
His church is his peculiar joy. 

3 The Lord himself will judge his saints ; 

He treats his servants as his friends ; 
And, when he hears their sore complaints, 
Repents the sorrows that he sends. 

4 Through every age the Lord declares 

His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod, 
He gives his suffering servants rest, 
And will be known, th' Almighty God. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

18. L. M. 

1 Sweet is the solemn voice that calls 

The Christian to the house of prayer ; 
I love to stand within its walls, 

For thou, O Lord, art present there. 

2 I love to tread the hallowed courts 

Where two or three for worship meet ; 
For thither Christ himself resorts, 
And makes the little band complete. 

3 'Tis sweet to raise the common song, 

To join in holy praise and love ; 
And imitate the blessed throng 

That mingle hearts and songs ab^ve. 

4 Within these walls may peace abound, 

May all our hearts in one agree ! 
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Where brethren meet, where Christ is 

found, 

May peace and concord ever be ! 

H. F. Lute, 1847. 
• Psalm 84. H. M. 

1 Lord of the worlds above. 

How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of thy love, 

Thine earthly temples are ! 
To thine abode my heart aspires, 
With warm desires to see my God. 

2 The sparrow for her young 

With pleasure seeks a nest, 
And wandering swallows long 

To hud their wonted rest : 
My spirit faints with equal zeal 
To rise and dwell among thy saints. 

3 Oh happy souls that pray 

Where God appoints to hear ; 
Oh happy men that pay 

Their constant service there ; 
They praise thee still, and happy they 
That love the way to Zion's hill. 

4 They go from strength to strength, 

Through this dark vale of tears, 
Till each arrives at length, 

Till each in heaven appears : 
Oh glorious seat, when God our King 
Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 

5 To spend one sacred day 

Where God and saints abide, 
Affords diviner joy 

Than thousand days beside : 
Where God resorts, I love it more 
To keep the door, than shine in courts. 

Isaac Watts, 1710. 

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20. H. M. 

1 O thou that hearest prayer, 

Attend our humble cry, 
And let thy servants share 

Thy blessing from on high : 
We plead the promise of thy word ; 
Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord. 

2 If earthly parents hear 

Their children when they cry, 
If they, with love sincere, 

Their varied wants supply, 
Much more wilt thou thy love display, 
And answer when thy children pray. 

3 Our heavenly Father, thou ; 

We, children of thy grace : 
Oh let thy Spirit now 

Descend and fill the place : 
So shall we feel the heavenly flame, 
And all unite to praise thy name. 

4 And send thy Spirit down 

On all the nations, Lord, 
With great success to crown 

The preaching of thy word, 
Till heathen lands shall own thy sway, 
And cast their idol gods away. 

John Burton, 1824. 

2 1 . Psalm 63. C. M. 

1 Early, my God, without delay, 

I haste to seek thy face ; 
My thirsty spirit faints away 
Without thy cheering grace. 

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 

Beneath a burning sky, 
Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
And they must drink or die. 
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3 I've seen thy glory and thy power 

Through all thy temple shine ; 
My God, repeat that heavenly hour, 
That vision so divine. 

4 Not life itself, with all her joys, 

Can my best passions move. 
Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
As thy forgiving love. 

5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 

Til bless my God and King ; 
Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
And tune my lips to sing. 

Isaac Watts, *7 l 9- 

99 

£t£t% Psalm 5. C. 11 

1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 

My voice ascending high ; 
To thee will I direct my prayer, 
To thee lift up mine eye : 

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone 

To plead for all his saints. 
Presenting at his Father's throne 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 But to thy house will I resort 

To taste thy mercies there ; 
I will frequent thine holy court, 
And worship in thy fear. 

5 Oh may thy Spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ! 
Make every path of duty straight 
Aaid plain before my face. 

Isaac Watts, 1719* 

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Psalm 27. C. M. 

1 The Lord of Glory is my Light, 

And ray Salvation too ; 
God is ray Strength, nor will I fear 
What all ray foes can do- 

2 One privilege my heart desires : 

Oh grant me an abode 
Among the churches of thy saints, 
The temples of my God. 

3 There shall I offer my requests, 

And see thy beauty still ; 
Shall hear thy messages of love, 
And there inquire thy will. 

4 When troubles rise and storms appear, 

There may his children hide ; 
God has a strong pavilion where 
He makes my soul abide. 

5 Now shall my head be lifted high 

Above my foes around, 
And songs of joy and victory 
Within thy temple sound. 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 
• C. M. 

1 Come, thou Desire of all thy saints, 

Our humble strains attend, 
While with our praises and complaints 
Low at thy feet we bend. 

2 Wlien we thy wondrous glories hear, 

And all thy sufferings trace, 
What sweetly awful scenes appear, 
What rich unbounded grace ! 

3 How should our songs, like those above, 

With warm devotion rise ! 
How should our souls, on wings of love, 
Mount upward to the skies ! 
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4 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise 

In us the heavenly flame, 
Then shall our lips resound thy praise, 
Our hearts adore thy name. 

5 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine 

And fill thy dwellings here, 
Till life, and love, and joy divine 
A heaven on earth appear. 

6 Then shall our hearts enraptured say, 

Come, great Redeemer, come, 
And bring the bright, the glorious day, 
That calls thy children home ! 

Anne Steele, 1760- 

2o. C. M. 

1 Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power, 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be filled. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed 

To thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er ray life has flowed ; 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferred by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings the favored hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 
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6 My lifted eye. without a tear, 
The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear *, 
That heart will rest on thee. 

Helen Maria Williams, 17S6. 
26. L. M. 

1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here ; 
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray ; 
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away. 

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain ; 
Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; 
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost. 
Long have our souls been tempest-tost : 
Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; 

Turn not, Lord, thy guests away. 

Reginald Heber, 1827. 
2 i . L. M. 

1 Lo ! God is here! Let us adore, 

And own. how dreadful is this place ! 
Let all within us feel his power. 

And silent bow before his face ; 
Who know his power, his grace who prove, 
Serve him with awe. with reverence love. 

2 Lo ! God is here ! him day and night 

The united choirs of angels sing : 
To him, enthroned above all height, 
Heaven's hosts their noblest praises 
bring : 

Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, 
Who praise thee with a stammering 
tongue. 

3 Gladly the toys of earth we leave, 

Wealth, pleasure, fame, for thee alone : 
To thee our will, soul, flesh, we give ; 
Oh take, oh seal them for thine own ! 
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Thou art the God ; thou art the Lord; 
Be thou by all thy works adored. 

4 Being of beings, may our praise 

Thy courts with grateful fragrance 
fill; 

Still may we stand before thy face, 

Still hear and do thy sovereign will ; 
To thee may all our thoughts arise, 
Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice ! 

Gerhard Tsrstesgen, X73<>- Tr. by J. Wesley, 1739- 

28. Psalm 116. C. M. 

1 What shall I render to my God 

For all his kindness shown ? 
My feet shall visit thine abode, 
My songs address thy throne. 

2 Among the saints that fill thine house 

My offering shall be paid ; 
There shall my zeal perform the vows 
My soul in anguish made. 

3 How much is mercy thy delight, 

Thou ever blessed God! 
How dear thy servants in thy sight ! 
How precious is their blood ! 

4 How happy all thy servants are ! 

How great thy grace to me ! 
My life, which thou hast made thy care, 
Lord, I devote to thee. 

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, 

Nor shall my purpose move ; 
Thy hand has loosed my bonds of pain, 
And bound me with thy love. 

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 

And thy rich grace record ; 
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, 
If I forsake the Lord. 



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Isaac Watts, 17*9- 



WORSHIP. 



2 J. C. M. 

1 Lord, when we bend before thy throne, 

And our confessions pour, 
Teach us to feel the sins we own, 
And hate what we deplore. 

2 Our broken spirits pitying see, 

And penitence impart ; 
Then let a kindling glance from thee 
Beam hope upon the heart. 

3 When our responsive tongues essay 

Their grateful hymns to raise, 
Grant that our souls may join the lay, 
And mount to thee in praise. 

4 Then on thy glories while we dwell, 

Thy mercies we'll review, 
Till love divine transported tell 
Our God's our Father too. 

5 When we disclose our wants in prayer, 

May we our wills resign, 
And not a thought our bosoms share 
Which is not wholly thine. 

6 Let faith each meek petition fill, 

And waft it to the skies, 
And teach our hearts 'tis goodness, still, 
That grants it, or denies. 

Joseph D. Carlyle, 1805. 

30. 

1 Lord, we come before thee now, 
At thy feet we humbly bow ; 
Oh, do not our suit disdain ; 
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; 
In compassion now descend ; 

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 
27 



WORSHIP. 



3 In thine own appointed way 
Now we seek thee, here we stay ; 
Lord, we know not how to go 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 

4 Send some message from thy word 
That may joy and peace afford ; 
Let thy Spirit now impart 

Full salvation to each heart. 

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn 
Let the time of joy return ; 

Those who are cast down, lift up, 
Strong in faith, in love and hope. 

6 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee a God supremely kind ; 
Heal the sick, the captive free, 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 

William Hammond, 1745* 

31. 7a. 

1 To thy temple I repair ; 
Lord, I love to worship there, 
When within the veil I meet 
Christ before the mercy-seat. 

2 While thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, 
That my joyful soul may bless 
Thee, the Lord my Righteousness. 

3 While the prayers of saints ascend^ 
God of love, to mine attend ; 
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads ; 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

4 While I hearken to thy law, 
Fill my soul with humble awe, 
Till thy gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 



TV B S H I P. 



5 While thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in thy name. 
Through their voice, by faith, may I 
Hear thee speaking from the sky. 

6 From thy house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn ; 
And at evening let me say. 

I have walked with God to-day ! 

James Montgomery, 1S25. 

oL% S. IT. 

1 Jesus, we look to thee. 

Thy promised presence claim ; . 
Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 
Assembled in thy name. 

2 Thy name salvation is. 

Which here we come to prove ; 
Thy name is life, and health, and peace, 
And everlasting love. 

3 Not in the name of pride 

Or selhslmess we meet ; 
From nature's paths we turn aside, 
And worldly thoughts forget. 

4 We meet the grace to take 

Which thou hast freely given : 
We meet on earth for thy dear sake, 
That we may meet in heaven. 

5 Present we know thou art, 

But oh thyself reveal ! 
Now. Lord, let every bounding heart 
The mighty comfort feel. 

6 Oh may thy quick'ning voice 

The death of sin remove. 
And bid our inmost souls rejoice 
In hope of perfect love. 

Charles Wesley, 1740. 

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WORSHIP. 



33. s. m. 

1 How charming is the place 

Where my Redeemer, God, 
Unveils the beauties of his face, 
And sheds his love abroad ! 

2 Not the fair palaces, 

To which the great resort, 
Are once to be compared with this, 
Where Jesus holds his court. 

3 Here, on the mercy-seat, 

With radiant glory crowned, 
Our joyful eyes behold him sit, 
And smile on all around. 

4 To him their prayers and cries 

Each humble soul presents ; 
He listens to their broken sighs, 
And grants them all their wants. 

5 To them his sovereign will 

He graciously imparts, 
And in return accepts, with smiles, 
The tribute of their hearts. 

6 Give me, Lord, a place 

Within thy blest abode, 
Among the children of thy grace, 
The servants of my God. 

Samuel Stennett, 1787- 
• Psalm 84. 7s. Double. 

1 Pleasant are thy courts above 
In the land of light and love ; 
Pleasant are thy courts below 
In this land of sin and woe. 
Oh, my spirit longs and faints 
For the converse of thy saints, 
For the brightness of thy face, 
For thy fulness, God of grace. 
30 



WORSHIP. 

2 Happy birds that sing and fly 
Round thy altars, O Most High ; 
Happier souls that find a rest 
In a heavenly Father's breast ; 
Like the wandering dove that found 
Xo repose on earth around, 

They can to their ark repair, 
And enjoy it ever there. 

3 Happy souls, their praises flow, 
Even in this vale of woe ; 
Waters in the deserts rise, 
Manna feeds them from the skies ; 
On they go from strength to strength, 
Till they reach thy throne at length, 
At thy feet adoring fall, 

Who hast led them safe through all. 

4 Lord, be mine this prize to win, 
Guide me through a world of sin, 
Keep me by thy saving grace, 
Give me at thy side a place. 
Sun and shield alike thou art, 
Guide and guard my erring heart ; 
Grace and glory flow from thee ; 
Shower, oh shower them, Lord, on me. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834- 
5 , 7s. Double. 

1 Jesus, God of love, attend, 
From thy glorious throne descend ; 
Answer now some waiting heart, 
Now some hardened soul convert : 
To our Advocate we fly, 

Let us feel Immanuel nigh ; 
Manifest thy love abroad, 
Make us now the sons of God. 

2 Prostrate at thy mercy-seat 
Let us our Beloved meet, 
Give us in thyself a part 
Deep engraven on thine heart : 



WORSHIP. 



Let us hear thy pardoning voice, 
Bid the broken bones rejoice ; 
Condemnation do away, 
Oh make this the perfect day ! 

Augustus M. Toplady, 1759- 

36. Matt. xiii. 3-8. C. M. 

1 O God, by whom the seed is given, 

By whom the harvest blest ; 
Whose word, like manna showered from 
heaven, 
Is planted in our breast ; 

2 Preserve it from the passing feet, 

And plunderers of the air ; 
The sultry sun's intenser heat, 
And weeds of worldly care. 

Though buried deep, or thinly strewn, 

Do thou thy grace supply ; 
The hope in earthly furrows sown 
Shall ripen in the sky. 

Reginald Heber, 1827. 

37. Matt. xiii. 3-8. C. M. 

1 Almighty God, thy word is cast 

Like seed into the ground ; 
Oh may it grow in humble hearts, 
And righteous fruits abound. 

2 Let not the foe of Christ and man 

This holy seed remove, 
But give it root in praying souls 
To bring forth fruits of love. 

Let not the world's deceitful cares 
The rising plant destroy, 
But may it, in converted minds, 
Produce the fruits of joy. 

4 Let not thy word, so kindly sent 
To raise us to thv throne, 
32 



WORSHIP. 



Return to thee, and sadly tell 
That we reject thy Son. 

5 Great God, come down, and on thy word 
Thy mighty power bestow, 
That all w r ho hear the joyful sound, 
Thy saving grace may know. 

John Cawood, 1823. 
38 • C. M. 

1 Loxg have I sat beneath the sound 

Of thy salvation, Lord ; 
But still how weak my faith is found, 
And knowledge of thy word ! 

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, 

And hear almost in vain ; 
How small a portion of thy grace 
My memory can retain ! 

3 How cold and feeble is my love ! 

How negligent my fear ! 
How low my hope of joys above ! 
How few affections there ! 

4 Great God ! thy sovereign power impart, 

To give thy word success : 
Write thy salvation in my heart, 
And make me learn thy grace. 

5 Show my forgetful feet the way 

That leads to joys on high : 
There knowledge grows without decay, 
And love shall never die. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

39. Psalm 95. S. M. 

1 Come, sound his praise abroad, 
And hymns of glory sing ! 
Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
The universal King. 

o3 



WORSHIP. 



2 He formed the deeps unknown ; 

He gave the seas their bound ; 
The watery worlds are all his own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at his throne, 

Come, bow before the Lord ; 
We are his work, and not our own ; 
He formed us by his word. 

4 To-day attend bis voice, 

Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
Come, like the people of his choice, 
And own your gracious God. 

Isaac Watts, 1719* 

40. Psalm 48. 8. M. 

1 Far as thy name is known 

The world declares thy praise ; 
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne 
Their songs of honor raise. 

2 With joy let Judah stand 

On Zion's chosen hill, 
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
And counsels of thy will. 

3 Let strangers walk around 

The city where we dwell, 
Compass and view the holy ground, 
And mark the building well, 

4 The order of thy house, 

The worship of thy court, 
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows, 
And make a fair report. 

5 How decent and how wise ! 

How glorious to behold ! 
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
And rites adorned with gold. 

34 



WORSHIP. 



6 The God we worship now 
Will guide us till we die ; 
Will be our God while here below, 
And ours above the sky. 

Isaac Watts, 17^ 

41. s. M. 

1 Once more before we part, 

O bless the Saviour's name ; 
Let every tongue and every heart 
Adore and praise the same, 

2 Lord, in thy grace we came, 

That blessing still impart ; 
We met in Jesus' sacred name, 
In Jesus' name we part 

3 Still on thy holy word 

Help us to feed, and grow, 
Still to go on to know the Lord, 
And practise what we know. 

4 Now, Lord, before we part, 

Help us to bless thy name : 
Let every tongue and every heart 
Adore and praise the same. 

Josejjji Hart, 1762. 

42. L. M. 

1 Hosanna to the living Lord ! 
Ilosanna to the Incarnate Word! 
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, 
Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing. 

2 Hosanna, Lord, thine angels cry ; 
Hosanna, Lord, thy saints reply; 
Above, beneath us, and around, 
The dead and living swell the sound 

3 O Saviour, with protecting care. 
Return to this thy house of prayer ; 
Assembled in thy sacred name, 
Here we thy parting promise claim. 

35 



WORSHIP. 



4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, 
Eternal, bid thy Spirit rest, 

And make our secret soul to be 
A temple pure, and worthy thee. 

5 So, in the last and dreadful day, 
When earth and heaven shall melt away. 
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, 
Shall swell the sound of praise again. 

Reginald Hcbcr, 1S11. 

43. Eph. iii. 17-23. L. M. 

1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell 

By faith and love in every breast ; 
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel 
The joys that cannot be expressed. 

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 

Make our enlarged souls possess, 
And learn the height, and breadth, and 
length 

Of thine immeasurable grace. 

3 Now to the God whose power can do 

More than our thoughts and wishes 
know, 

Be everlasting' honors done, 

By all the church, through Christ his 
Son. 

Isaac Watts, I 7°9 

44. L. M. 

1 Lord, now we part in thy blest name, 
In which we here together came; 
Grant us, our few remaining days, 

To work thy will and spread thy praise. 

2 Teach us in life and death to bless 
Thee, Lord, our strength and righteous- 
ness ; 

Grant that we all may meet above, 
Where we shall better sing thy love. 
38 



WORSHIP. 



3 To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, three in one, 
Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
Bv all on earth, and all in heaven. 

Reginald Heber, i8i» 

45. L. M. 

1 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ; 
Help us to feed upon thy word ; 
All that has been amiss, forgive, 
And let thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good : 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
Give every burdened soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 

Joseph Hart, 1762. 

46. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 In thy name, Lord, assembling, 

We, thy people, now draw near ; 
Teach us to rejoice with trembling ; 
Speak, and let thy servants hear, — 

Hear with meekness, 
Hear thy word with godly fear. 

2 While our days on earth are lengthened. 

May we give them, Lord, to thee ; 
Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, 
We would run, nor weary be, 

Till thy glory, 
Without clouds, in heaven we see. 

3 There, in worship purer, sweeter, 

All thy people shall adore, 
Tasting of enjoyment greater 

Than they could conceive before, 
Full enjoyment, 
Full, unmixed, and evermore. 

Thomas Kelly, i8s% 

37 



WORSHIP. 



4rTt 8s, 7s k 43. 

1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing ; 

Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace : 

Oh refresh us, 
Travelling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 

For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound ; 

Ever faithful 
To the truth may we be found. 

3 So. whene'er the signal's given 

Us from earth to call away, 
Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad the summons to obey, 

May we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day ! 

Walter Shirley, i; 79* 

48. 103. 

1 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 
With one accord our parting hymn of 

praise ; 

We rise to bless thee ere our worship 
cease, 

And, now departing, wait thy word of 
peace. 

2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward 

way; 

With thee began, with thee shall end the 
day ; 

Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts 

from shame, 
That in this house have called upon thy 

name. 

38 



THE LORD'S DA T. 



3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the 

coming night, 
Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
From harm and danger keep thy children 

free, 

For dark and light are both alike to 
thee. 

4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earth- 

ly life, 

Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
Then, when thy voice shall bid our con- 
flict cease, 
Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. 

J. Ellerton, 1861. 

THE LORD'S DAY. 

49. ios. 

1 Again returns the day of holy rest, 
Which, when he made the world, Jeho- 
vah blest ; 

When, like his own, he bade our labors 
cease, 

And all be piety, and all be peace. 

2 Let us devote this consecrated day 

To learn his will, and all we learn obey ; 
So shall he hear when fervently we raise 
Our choral harmony in hymns of praise. 

3 Father in heaven ! in whom our hopes 

confide, 

Whose power defends us, and whose pre- 
cepts guide ; 

In life our Guardian, and in death our 
Friend ; 

Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. 

William Mascn, 1811. 
£>0. S. M. 

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise ; 
39 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



Welcome to this reviving breast 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King himself comes near. 

And feasts his saints to-day ; 
Here we may sit, and see him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day amidst the place 

Where my dear God hath been, 
Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
Of pleasurable sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 

In such a frame as this, 
And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 
Ol. 5. ML 

1 Sweet is the work, Lord, 

Thy glorious acts to sing. 
To praise thy name, and hear thy word, 
And grateful ofTerin£s bring. 

2 Sweet, at the dawning light. 

Thy boundless love to tell ; 
And. when approach the shades of night, 
Still on the theme to dwell. 

3 Sweet, on this day of rest. 

To join in heart and voice 
With those who love and seiwe thee best, 
And in thy name rejoice. 

4 To songs of praise and joy 

Be every Sabbath given. 
That such may be our blest employ 
Eternally in heaven. 

H. F. Lute, 1834. a - 

52. Psalm lis. S. ML 

1 See what a living Stone 
The builders did refuse 1 

40 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



Yet God has built his church thereon, 
In spite of envious Jews. 

2 The scribe and angry priest 

Reject thine only Son ; 
Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest, 
As the chief corner-stone. 

3 The work, O Lord, is thine, 

And wondrous in our eyes ; 
This day declares it all divine ; 
This day did Jesus rise. 

4 This is the glorious day 

That our Redeemer made : 
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray; 
Let all the church be glad. 

5 Hosanna to the King 

Of David's royal blood : 
Bless him, ye saints ! he comes to bring 
Salvation from your God. 

6 We bless thine holy word, 

Which all this grace displays, 
And offer on thine altar, Lord, 
Our sacrifice of praise. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

53. Psalm 122. C. P. M. 

1 The festal morn, my God, is come, 
That calls me to thy honored dome, 

Thy presence to adore ; 
My feet the summons shall attend, 
With willing steps thy courts ascend, 

And tread the hallowed floor. 

2 Hither from Judah's utmost end 
The heaven-protected tribes ascend, 

Their offerings hither brin£ : 
Here, eager to attest their joy, 
In hymns of praise their tongues employ 

And hail the immortal King. 
41 



THE LORD'S DA T. 



3 Be peace implored by each on thee, 
Zion, while with bended knee 

To Jacob's God we pray ; 
How blest, who calls himself thy friend ! 
Success his labor shall attend, 

And safety guard his way. 

4 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail ! 
How can my tongue, Zion, fail 

To bless thy loved abode ? 
How cease the zeal that in me glows, 
Thy good to seek, whose walls enclose 

The mansions of my God? 

5 With joy shall I behold the day 
That calls my thirsting soul away 

To dwell among the blest ! 
For lo, my great Redeemer's power 
Unfolds the everlasting door, 

And leads me to his rest ! 

James Merrick, 1765* a. 
54. 7s&6s. 

1 day of rest and gladness, 

O day of joy and light, 
balm of care and sadness, 

Most beautiful, most bright ! 
On thee the high and lowly, 

Before th' eternal throne, 
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, 

To the great Three m One ! 

2 On thee, at the creation, 

The light first had its birth ; 
On thee, for our salvation, 

Christ rose from depths of earth ; 
On thee our Lord victorious 

The Spirit sent from heaven ; 
And thus on thee most glorious 

A triple light was given. 
42 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



3 Thou art a cooling fountain 

In life's dry. dreary sand ; 
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain. 

We view our promised land ; 
A day of sweet refection, 

A day of holy love, 
A day of resurrection 

From earth to things above. 

4 To-day on weary nations 

The heavenly manna falls ; 
To holy convocations' 

The silver trumpet calls. 
"Where gospel-light is glowing 

"With pure and radiant beams, 
And living water flowing 

© m ©■ 

"With soul-refreshing streams, 

5 New err aces ever gaining 

From this our day of rest, 
We reach the Rest remaining 

To spirits of the blest. 
To Holy Ghost be praises, 

To Father and to Son ; 
The church her voice upraises 

To thee, blest Three in Oxe. 

ChristopK<:r Wordsworth, 1865. 
00. EL M. 

1 Welcome, delightful morn, 
Sweet day of sacred rest, 

I hail thy kind return ; 

Lord, make these moments blest. 
From low desires and fleeting toys, 
I soar to reach immortal joys. 

2 Now may the King descend, 
And fill his throne of grace ; 
Thy sceptre. Lord, extend, 
While saints address thy face : 

Let sinners feel thy quickening word. 
And learn to know and fear the Lord 

43 



THE LORD'S BAY. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ; 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 
And bless the sacred hours : 
Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain. 

Hayward. 




H. M. 



1 Awake, our drowsy souls, 
Shake off each slothful band ; 
The wonders of this day 
Our noblest songs demand. 

Auspicious morn ! thy blissful rays, 
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise. 

2 At thy approaching dawn, 
Reluctant death resigned 
The glorious Prince of Life, 
In dark domains confined : 

The angelic host around him bends, 
And 'midst their shouts the God ascends. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 
Heaven with hosannas rings ; 
While earth, in humbler strains, 
Thy praise responsive sings : 

" Worthy art thou, who once wast slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign." 

4 Gird on, great God, thy sword, 
Ascend thy conquering car ; 
While justice, truth, and love 
Maintain the glorious war : 

Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread, 
And sin and hell in triumph lead. 

5 Make bare thy potent arm, 
And wing the unerring dart, 
With salutary pangs, 

To each rebellious heart : 
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THE LORD'S DA Y. 



Then dying souls for life shall sue, 
Numerous as drops of morning dew. 

Elizabeth Scott, 1763* 

57. 

Psalm 92. L. M. 

1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 
To praise thy name, give thanks, and 

sing. 

To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal care shall seize my breast ; 
Oh, may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless his works, and bless his word : 
Thy works of grace, how bright they 

shine ! 

How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high : 
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; 
Like grass they flourish, till thy breath 
Blasts them in everlasting death. 

•5 But I shall share a glorious part, 

When grace hath well refined my heart, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 

6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wished below ; 
And every power find sweet employ 
In that eternal world of joy. 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 
58. L. M, 

1 Another six days' work is done, 
Another Sabbath is begun ; 
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
Improve the day thy God hath blest. 
45 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may 

rise, 

As grateful incense, to the skies ; 

And draw from heaven that sweet repose 

Which none but he that feels it knows ! 

3 This heavenly calm within the breast 
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
Which for the church of God remains ; 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties let the day, 

In holy pleasures, pass away : 
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 

Joseph Stennett, J734» a. 

59. L. M. 

1 Blest hour when mortal man retires 

To hold communion with his God, 
To send to heaven his warm desires, 
And listen to the sacred word. 

2 Blest hour when earthly cares resign 

Their empire o'er his anxious breast ; 
While, all around, the calm divine 
Proclaims the holy day of rest. 

3 Blest hour when God himself draws nigh, 

Well pleased his people's voice to hear, 
To hush the penitential sigh, 

And wipe away the mourner's tear. 

4 Blest hour ! for, where the Lord resorts, 

Foretastes of future bliss are given ; 
And mortals find his earthly courts 
The house of God, the gate of heaven. 

Thomas Raffles, 1788-1863. 

60. C. M. 

1 When the worn spirit wants repose, 
And sighs her God to seek, 
46 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



How sweet to hail the evening's close 
That ends the weary week ! 

2 How sweet to hail the early dawn, 

That opens on the sight, 
When first that soul-reviving morn 
Sheds forth new rays of light ! 

3 Sweet day, thine hours too soon wil 

cease ; 

Yet, while they gently roll, 
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace 
A Sabbath o'er my soul. 

4 When will my pilgrimage be done ; 

The world's long week be o'er ; 
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun ; 
That day which fades no more ? 

James Edmeston, 1820. 
61. CM. 

1 Frequent the day of God returns 

To shed its quickening beams ; 
And yet how slow devotion burns ! 
#How languid are its flames ! 

2 Accept our faint attempts to love ; 

Our follies, Lord, forgive : 
We would be like thy saints above, 
And praise thee while we live. 

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope ; 

And fit us to ascend 
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
And Sabbaths never end ; 

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, 

With heavenly lustre shine, 
Before the throne of God appear, 
And feast on love divine. 
47 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



5 There shall we join, and never tire, 
To sing immortal lays ; 
And, with the bright, seraphic choir, 
Sound forth Immanuel's praise. 

Simon Browne, 

62. C. M. 

1 O Fathek, though the anxious fear 

May cloud to-morrow's way, 
Nor fear nor doubt shall enter here : 
All shall be thine to-day. 

2 We will not bring divided hearts 

To worship at thy shrine ; 
But each unholy thought departs, 
And leaves the temple thine. 

3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 

Of earth and folly born ; 
Ye shall not dim the light that streams 
From this celestial morn. 

4 To-morrow will be time enough 

To feel your harsh control ; 
Te shall not violate this day, 
The Sabbath of my soul. 

5 Sleep, sleep forever, guilty thoughts ; 

Let fires of vengeance die ; 
And purged from sin, may I behold 
A God of purity. 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld, 1825. 

63. 7s. 

1 Safely through another week 

God has brought us on our way ; 
Let us now a blessing seek, 

Waiting in his courts to-day : 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 
48 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



2 While we pray for pardoning grace, 

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
Show thy reconciled face, 

Take away our sin and shame ; 
From our worldly care set free, 
May we rest, this day, in thee. 

3 Here we come thy name to praise ; 

Let lis feel thy presence near ; 
May thy glory meet our eyes, 

While we in thy house appear ; 
Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May thy gospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints, 
Make the fruits of grace abound, 

Bring relief from all complaints : 
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the church above. 

John Newton, 17 79, a.. 

64. 7s. 

1 Ox this day, the first of days, 
God the Father's name we praise ; 
Who, creation's Fount and Spring, 
Did the world from darkness bring. 

2 On this day th' Eternal Son 
Over death his triumph won ; 
On this day the Spirit came 
With his gifts of living flame. 

3 Father, who didst fashion me 
Image of thyself to be, 

Fill me with thy love divine, 
Let my every thought be thine. 

4 Holy Jesus, may I be 

Dead and buried here with thee ; 
And, by love inflamed, arise 
Unto thee a sacrifice. 
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THE LORD'S DAY. 



5 Thou who dost all gifts impart, 
Shine, sweet Spirit, in my heart ; 
Best of gifts, thyself, bestow ; 
Make me burn thy love to know. 

6 God, the blessed Three in One, 
Dwell within my heart alone ; 
Thou dost give thyself to me, 
May I give myself to thee. 

From the Latin by Sir H. W. Baker, i860* 

65. cm. 

1 With joy we hail the sacred day 

Which God has called his own ; 
With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at his throne. 

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! 

Where willing votaries throng 
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 
And pour the choral song. 

3 Spirit of grace ! oh, deign to dwell 

Within thy church below ; 
Make her in holiness excel, 
With pure devotion glow. 

4 Let peace within her walls be found ; 

Let all her sons unite, 

To spread with grateful zeal around 

Her clear and shining light. 

© © 

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 

Which thou hast called thine own ; 
With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at thy throne. 

£T. F. Lyte, 1834. 




Psalm cxviii. 24-26. C. M. 



1 This is the day the Lord hath made ; 
He calls the hours his own ; 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

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THE LORD'S DA Y. 



2 To-day he rose and left the dead, 

And Satan's empire fell ; 
To-day the saints his triumphs spread, 
And all his wonders tell. 

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, 

To David's holy Son ; 
Help us, O Lord ; descend and bring 
Salvation from thy throne. 

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 

With messages of grace ; 
Who comes in God the Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 

5 Hosanna in the highest strains 

The Church on earth can raise ! 
The highest heavens, in which he reigns, 
Shall give him nobler praise. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

67. c. m. 

1 Blest morning, whose young dawning 

rays 

Beheld our rising God ; 
That saw him triumph o'er the dust, 
And leave his dark abode ! 

2 In the cold prison of a tomb 

The dead Redeemer lay, 
Till the revolving skies had brought 
The third, th' appointed day. 

3 Hell and the grave unite their force 

To hold our God in vain ; 
The sleeping Conqueror arose, 
And burst their feeble chain. 

4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, 

These sacred hours we pay ; 
And loud hosannas shall proclaim 
The triumph of the day. 

Isaac Watts, *7°9* 

51 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



68. C. M. 

1 Again the Lord of life and light 

Awakes the kindling ray, 
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
And pours increasing day. 

2 Oh, what a night was that which wrapt 

The heathen world in gloom ! 
Oh, what a sun, which broke this day 
Triumphant from the tomb ! 

3 This day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hosannas sung; 
Let gladness dwell in every heart, 
And praise on every tongue. 

4 Jesus, the friend of human kind, 

Was crucified and slain ; 
Behold, the tomb its prey restores ! 
Behold, he lives again ! 

5 Exalted high at God's right hand, 

The Lord of all below, 
Through him is pardoning love dispensed. 
And boundless blessings flow. 

6 And still for erring, guilty man 

A brother's pity flows ; 
And still his bleeding heart is touched 
With memory of our woes. 

7 To thee, my Saviour and my King, 

Glad homage let me give ; 
And stand prepared like thee to die, 
With thee that I may live. 

Anna Laeiitia Barbauld, 1773, a. 

69. c. m. 

1 My Lord, my love, was crucified, 
He all the pains did bear ; 
But in the sweetness of his rest 
He makes his servants share. 
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THE LORD'S r>j. y. 



2 How sweetly rest thy saints above 

Which in thy bosom lie J 
The church below doth rest in hope 
Of that felicity. 

3 Thou, Lord, who daily feed'st thy sheep, 

Mak'st them a weekly feast ; 
Thy flocks meet in their several folds 
Upon this day of rest. 

4 Welcome and dear unto my soul 

Are these sweet feasts of love ; 
But what a Sabbath shall I keep 
When I shall rest above ! 

5 I bless thy wise and wondrous love, 

Which binds us to be free ; 
Which makes us leave our earthly snares, 
That we may come to thee ! 

G I come, I wait, I hear, I pray ; 
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace ; 
I sing to think this is the way 
Unto my Saviour's face ! 

John Mason, 1683. 
i . L. M. 

1 The day of rest once more comes round, 

A day to all believers dear ; 
The silver trumpets seem to sound, 
That call the tribes of Israel near ; 

Ye people all, 

Obey the call. 
And in Jehovah's courts appear. 

2 Obedient to thy summons, Lord, 

We to thy sanctuary come ; 
Thy gracious presence here afford, 
And send thy people joyful home ; 

Of thee our King 

Oh may we sing, 
And none with such a theme be dumb ! 

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THE LORD'S DA Y. 



3 Oh hasten, Lord, the day when those 
Who know thee here shall see thy 
face ; 

When suffering shall forever close, 
And they shall reach their destined 
place ; 
Then shall they rest 
Supremely blest, 
Eternal debtors to thy grace ! 

Thomas Kelly, 1806. 

71. 

1 Ere another Sabbath's close, 
Ere again we seek repose, 
Lord, our song ascends to thee; 
At thy feet we bow the knee. 

2 For the mercies of the day, 
For this rest upon our way, 
Thanks to thee alone be given, 
Lord of earth, and King of heaven ! 

3 Cold our services have been ; 
Mingled every prayer with sin ; 
But thou canst and wilt forgive ; 
By thy grace alone we live ! 

4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove 
Foretastes of our joys above ; 
While their steps thy pilgrims bend 
To the rest which knows no end ! 

Anon., 1833. 

( 2* 7s, 

1 Softly fades the twilight ray 
Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
Gently as life's setting sun, 
When the Christian's course is run. 

2 Peace is on the world abroad; 
'Tis the holy peace of God ; 
Symbol of the peace within, 
When the spirit rests from sin. 

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THE LORD'S DAY. 



3 Still the Spirit lingers near, 
Where the evening worshipper 
Seeks communion with the skies, 
Pressing onward to the prize. 

4 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
Days of peace and joy in thee ! 
Till in heaven our souls repose, 
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 

S. F. Smith, 1S40. 



1 Holy Father, whom we praise 

With imperfect accents here ; 
Ancient of eternal days, 

Lord of heaven and earth and air ; 
Stooping from amid the blaze 

Of the flaming seraphim, 
Hear and help us, while we raise 

This our Sabbath evening hymn. 

2 We have trod thy temple* Lord ; 

We have joined the public praise ; 
We have heard thy holy word ; 

We have sought thy heavenly grace : 
All thy goodness we record ; 

All our powers to thee we bring ; 
Let thy faithfulness afford 

Now the shadow of thy wing. 

3 We have seen thy dying love, 

Jesus ! once for sinners slain ; 
We would follow thee above : 

We, like thee, would rise and reign. 
Let revolving Sabbaths prove 

Seasons of delight in thee ; 
Let thy presence, Holy Dove, 

Fit us for eternity. 

Thomas Binneyt 1823. 

55 



THE LORD'S DA Y. 



* a • Heb. iv. 9. L. M. 

1 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 
On this thy day, in this thy house ; 
And own as grateful sacrifice 

The songs which from the desert rise. 

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, 
But there's a nobler rest above ; 

To that our laboring souls aspire 
With ardent pangs of strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress ; 
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; 
No groans to mingle with the songs 
Which warble from immortal tongues : 

4 No rude alarms of raging foes, 
No cares to break the long repose, 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun ; 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

5 O long-expected day, begin ; 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ; 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death to rest with God. 

Philip Doddridge, *737- 
'i L. M. 

1 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 

And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; 
For these blest hours the world I leave, 
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 

2 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul [love; 

Feels the sweet calm, and melts in 
And while these sacred moments roll, 
Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 

3 Nor will our days of toil be long : 

Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; 
And we shall join the ceaseless song, 
The endless Sabbath of our God. 

James Edmeston, 1820. 

56 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



MORNING AND EVENING. 

76. L. M. 

1 New every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
Through sleep and darkness safely 

brought, 

Restored to life, and power, and thought. 

2 New mercies each returning day 
Hover around us while we pray ; 
New perils past, new sins forgiven, 
New thoughts of God, new hopes of 

heaven. 

3 If, on our daily course, our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 

New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

4 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, 
As more of heaven in each we see ; 
Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
Shall dawn on every cross and care. 

5 The trivial round, the common task, 
"Will furnish all we ought to ask ; 
Room to deny ourselves ; a road 
To bring us daily nearer God. 

6 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love, 
Fit us for perfect rest above, 
And help us this, and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 

Tohn Keble, 1827. 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



77 • L. M. 

1 When, streaming from the eastern skies. 
The morning light salutes mine eyes, 

Sun of Righteousness divine, 
On me with beams of mercy shine ; 
Oh, chase the shades of guilt away, 
And turn my darkness into day ! 

2 When to heaven's great and glorious King 
My morning sacrifice I bring, 

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name ; 
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood, 
And be my Advocate with God. 

3 As every day thy mercy spares 
Will bring its trials and its cares ; 
O Saviour, till my life shall end, 
Be thou my counsellor and friend : 
Teach me thy precepts, all divine, 
And be thy great example mine. 

4 When each day's scenes and labors close, 
And wearied nature seeks repose, 
With pardoning mercy richly blest, 
Guard me, ray Saviour, while I rest ; 
And as each morning's sun shall rise, 
Oh, lead me onward to the skies ! 

5 And, at my life's last setting sun, 
My conflicts o'er, my labors done, 
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, 
To cheer and bless my dying bed ; 
And from death's gloom my spirit raise 
To see thy face, and sing thy praise. 

William Shrubsole, Jr., 1813. 
78« L. M. 

1 God of the morning, at whose voice 
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, 
And like a giant doth rejoice 

To run his journey through the skies : 
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MORNING AND EVENING. 



2 From the fair chambers of the east 

The circuit of his race begins ; 
And, without weariness or rest. 

Eound the whole earth he flies and 
shines. 

3 Oh. like the sun, mar I fulfil 

The appointed duties of the day ; 
With ready mind and active will 

March on and keep my heavenly way ! 

■t But I shall rove, and lose the race, 
If God, my Sun, should disappear, 
And leave me in this world's wide maze, 
To follow every wandering star. 

5 Give me thy counsel for my guide, 
And then receive me to thy bliss : 
All my desires and hopes beside 

Ave 6int and cold compared with this. 

Isaac Watts, ij°9- 
f 0. L. ML 

1 Lord God of morning and of night, 
We thank thee for thy gift of light : 
As in the dawn the shadows fly, 

We seem to find thee now more nigh. 

2 Fresh hopes have wakened in our hearts, 
Fresh force to do our daily parts ; 

Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore 
A thousand-fold to serve thee more. 

3 Yet, whilst thy will we would pursue, 
Oft what we would we cannot do ; 
The sun may stand in zenith skies, 
But on the soul thick midnight lies. 

4 O Lord of lights, ''tis thou alone 

Canst make our darkened hearts thine 
own ; 

Though this new day with joy we see, 
O Dawn of God, we cry for thee ! 

Francis Turner Palgrave, 1862. 

59 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



80. L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart. 
And with the angels bear thy part. 
Who, all night long, unwearied sing 
High praise to the eternal King. 

3 All praise to thee who safe hast kept. 
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ! 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall 

wake, 

I may of endless life partake ! 

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; 
Disperse my sins as morning dew ; 
Guard my first springs of thought and 

will, 

And with thyself my spirit fill. 

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, 
All I design, or do, or say ; 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

Bishop Thomas Ken, 1700. 

81. L. M. 

1 O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace, 
Thou brightness of thy Father's face, 
Thou fountain of eternal light, 
Whose beams disperse the shades of 

night ! 

2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, 
Shower down thy radiance from above, 
And to our inward hearts convey 

The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray ! 
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MORNING AND EVENING. 



3 And we the Father's help will claim, 
And sing the Father's glorious name ; 
His powerful succor we implore, 
That we may stand, to fall no more. 

4 Oh, hallowed be the approaching day ! 
Let meekness be our morning ray, 
And faithful love our noonday light, 
And hope our sunset, calm and bright ! 

5 O Christ ! with each returning morn 
Thine image to our hearts is borne ; 
Oh, may we ever clearly see 

Our Saviour and our God in thee ! 

Ambrose, 3°7~397 ; trans, by John Chandler, 1837* 



1 In* sleep's serene oblivion laid, 

I safely passed the silent night ; 
Again I see the breaking shade, 
I drink again the morning light. 

2 New-born, I bless the waking hour ; 

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; 
My conscious soul resumes her power, 
And springs, my guardian God, to thee ! 

3 Oh, guide me through the various maze 

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; 
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze, 
When dangers press around my head. 

i A deeper shade will soon impend ; 
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ; 
Yet then thy strength shall still defend, 
Thy goodness still delight to bless. 

5 That deeper shade shall break away ; 
That deeper sleep shall leave mine 
eyes ; 

Thy light shall give eternal day ; 
Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 

John Hawkexworth, 1773* 

61 



MORNING AND EVENING. 

8d« L. M. 

1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 

Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
And morning mercies from above 
Gently distil like early dew. 

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; 
Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy power?, 

3 I yield my powers to thy command; 

To thee I consecrate my days ; 
Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 
84. L. M. 

1 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if thou be near ; 
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes ! 

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, How sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast! 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without thee I dare not die. 

4 If some poor wandering child of thine 
Have spurned to-day the voice divine, 
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor 
With blessings from thy boundless store; 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night 
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light ! 

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MORNING AND EVENING. 



6 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of thy love 
We lose ourselves in heaven above. 

John Keble, 1827. 

85. L. M. 

1 All praise to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light ; 
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, 
Beneath thine own Almighty wings ! 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ill that I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 

To die, that this vile body may 
Rise glorious at the awful day! 

4 Oh may my soul on thee repose ; 

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God when I awake ! 

Bishop Thomas Ken, 1700. 

86. ' L. M. 

1 Great God, to thee my evening song 

With humble gratitude I raise ; 
Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
And fill my heart with lively praise. 

2 My days, unclouded as they pass, 

And, every gently rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
And witness to thy love and power. 

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, 

Too oft regardless of thy love, 
Ungrateful, can from thee depart, 
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 

63 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 

Of Jesus ; his dear name alone 
1 plead for pardon, gracious God, 
And kind acceptance at thy throne. 

5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; 

With sleep refresh my feeble frame; 
Safe in thy care may I repose, 

And wake with praises to thy name ! 

Aruie Steele, 1760. 

87. L. M. 

1 Thus far the Lord hath led me on. 

Thus far his power prolongs my days • 
And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorials of his grace. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste. 

And I perhaps am near my home ; 
But he forgives my follies past. 

And gives me strength for davs to 
come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep: 

Peace is the pillow for my head, 
While well-appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 

4 Faith in his name forbids my fear ; 

Oh, may thy presence ne'er depart ! 
And, in the morning, make me hear 
The love and kindness of thy heart. 

5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground ; 
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, 
With sweet salvation in the sound. 

Isaac Watts, i/°9- 

88. c. m. 

1 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song, 
Like holy incense, rise ; 
Assist the offerings of my tongue 
To reach the lofty skies. 
64 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



2 Through all the dangers of the day 

Thy hand was still my guard ; 
And still, to drive my wants away, 
Thy mercy stood prepared. 

3 Perpetual blessings from above 

Encompass me around, 
But, oh, how few returns of love 
Hath my Creator found ! 

4 What have I done for him that died 

To save my wretched soul ? 
How are my follies multiplied, 
Fast as my minutes roll ! 

Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, 

To thy dear cross I flee, 
And to thy grace my soul resign, 
To be renewed by thee. 

G Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, 
I lav me down to rest, 
As in th' embraces of my God, 
Or on my Saviour's breast. 

Isau-c Watt?, I7°9- 
80. CM. 

1 O Lord, another day is flown, 

And we, a lonely band, 
Are met once more before thy throne, 
To bless thy fostering hand. 

2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear 

To praises low as ours ? 
Thou wilt ; for thou dost love to hear 
The song w T hich meekness pours. 

3 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign 

As we before thee pray ; 
For thou didst bless the infant train, 
And we are less than they. 
65 



NO It A ND £ VKNIN& 



4 Oh, let thy grace perform its part, 

And let contention cease ; 
And shed abroad in every heart 
Thine everlasting peace. 

5 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, 

A flock by Jesus led, 
The sun of holiness shall shine 
In glory on our head. 

6 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet. 

And thou wilt bless our way, 
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall 
greet 

The dawn of lasting day. 

Henry Kirke White, 1803. 

00 * C. M. 

1 T love to steal awhile away 

From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear, 
And all his promises to plead 
Where none but God is near. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore ; 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I love by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,. 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

Ph&be H Brown, 1825. 

66 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



91 CM, 

1 Now from the altar of my heart 

Let incense -flames arise ; 
Assist me, Lord, to offer up 
Mine evening sacrifice. 

2 Awake, my love ; awake, my joy ; 

Awake, my heart and tongue ! 
Sleep not : when mercies loudly call, 
Break forth into a song. 

3 This day God was my sun and shield, 

My keeper and my guide : 
His care was on my frailty shown, 
His mercies multiplied. 

4 Minutes and mercies multiplied 

Have made up all this day : 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More fleet and free than they. 

5 New time, new favor, and new joys 

Do a new song require ; 
Till I shall praise thee as I would, 
Accept my heart's desire. 

6 Lord of my time, whose hand hath set 

New time upon my score, 
Then shall I praise for all my time, 
When time shall be no more. 

John Mason, 1683. 
02. CM. 

1 Before thy throne, Lord of heaven, 

We kneel at close of day ; 
Look on thy children from on high, 
And hear us while we pray. 

2 The sorrows of thy servants, Lord, 

Oh. do not thou despise ! 
But let the incense of our prayers 
Before thy mercy rise. 
67 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



3 Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; 

So fade, within our heart, 
The hopes in earthly love and joy, 
That one by one depart. 

4 Let peace, O Lord, thy peace, O God, 

Upon our souls descend ; 
From midnight fears and perils, thou 
Our trembling hearts defend. 

5 Give us a respite from our toil ; 

Calm and subdue our woes ; 
Through the long day we suffer, Lord ; 
Oh, give us now repose ! 

Adelaide A. Proctor, 1858. 
93. L. M. 

1 Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go ; 

Thy word into our minds instil ; 
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 

With lowly love and fervent will. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

2 The day is gone, its hours have run, 

And thou hast taken count of all, 
The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 

The broken vow, the frequent fall. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

3 Labor is sweet, for thou hast toiled, 

And care is light, for thou hast cared ; 
Ah! never let our rvorks be soiled 

With strife, or by deceit ensnared. 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

gentle Jesus, be our Light. 
68 



M R N I N G AND EVE N 1 27 G. 



4 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
The sinful, unto thee we call ; 
Oh, let thy mercy make us glad ; 

Thou art our Jesus, and our AIL 
Through life's long day and death's dark 
night, 

O gentle Jesus, be our Light. 

Frederick W. Faber, 1840. 

i 

«7±» 8s- Double. 

1 Inspirer and hearer of prayer, 

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, 
My all to thy covenant care 

I, sleeping or waking, resign. 
If thou art my Shield and my Sun, 

The night is no darkness to me ; 
And, fast as my moments roll on, 

They bring me but nearer to thee. 

2 From evil secure, and its dread, 

I rest, if my Saviour be nigh ; 
And songs Ids kind presence indeed 

Shall in the night season supply. 
His smiles and his comforts abound ; 

His grace like the dew shall descend ; 
And walls of salvation surround 

The soul he delights to defend. 

3 Thy ministering spirits descend 

To watch while thy saints are asleep ; 
By day and by night they attend, 

The heirs of salvation to keep. 
Bright seraphs, dispatched from the 
throne, 

Repair to their stations assigned ; 
And angels elect are sent down 
To guard the elect of mankind. 

4 Their worship no interval knows ; 

Their fervor is still on the wing ; 
And, while they protect my repose, 
They chant to the praise of my King. 
69 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



I, too, at the season ordained, 
Their chorus forever shall join ; 

And love and adore, without end, 
Their faithful Creator and mine. 

Augustus M, Toplady, 1776. 
0o# 8s&7s. 

1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 

Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
Sin and want we corne confessing : 
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 

2 Though the night be dark and dreary, 

Darkness cannot hide from thee ; 
Thou art he who, never weary, 
Watchest where thy people be. 

3 Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrows past us fly, 
Angel guards from thee surround us ; 
We are safe if thou art nigh. 

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 

And command us to the tomb, 
May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light and deathless bloom. 

James Edmeston, 1820. 
I ) . 8s, 6s & 8s. 

1 Lord of my life, whose tender care 

Hath led me on till now, 
Here lowly, at the hour of prayer, 

Before thy throne I bow ; 
I bless thy gracious hand, and pray 

Forgiveness for another day. 

2 Oh, may I daily, hourly strive 

In heavenly grace to grow ; 
To thee and to thy glory live, 

Dead else to all below : 
Tread in the path my Saviour trod, — 

Though thorny, yet the path to God ! 
70 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



3 With prayer, my humble praise I bring. 

For mercies day by day ; 
Lord, teach my heart thy love to sing ; 

Lord, teach me how to pray ; 
All that I have, I am, to thee 

I offer through eternity. 

Anon., 1838- 

97. s. m. 

1 The day is past and gone ; 

The evening shades appear : 
Oh, may I ever keep in mind, 
The night of death draws near ! 

2 I lay my garments by, 

Upon my bed to rest : 
So death shall soon disrobe us all, 
Of what we've here possessed. 

3 Lord, keep me safe this night, 

Secure from all my fears : 
May angels guard me while I sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

4 And when I early rise, 

To view the unwearied sun, 
Ma} 7 1 set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

5 And when my days are past, 

And I from time remove, 
Oh, may I in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love ! 

John Leland, 1804- 

98. S. M. 

1 The day, O Lord, is spent ; 

Abide with us, and rest ; 
Our hearts' desires are fully bent 
On making thee our guest ! 

2 We have not reached that land, 

That happy land, as yet, 
71 



MORNING AND EVENING. 



Where holy angels round thee stand 
Whose sun can never set. 

3 Our sun is sinking now ; 
Our day is almost o'er ; 
O Sun of Righteousness, do thou 
Shine on us evermore ! 

John Mason Neale, 1854. 
90 • 6s&4s. 

1 Father of love and power. 
Guard thou our evening hour, 

Shield with thy might : 
For all thy care this day 
Our grateful thanks we pay, 
And to our Father pray : 

Bless us to-night. 

2 Jesus Immanuel, 

Come in thy love to dwell 

In hearts contrite. 
For many sins we grieve ; 
But we thy grace receive, 
And in thy word believe : 

Bless us to-night. 

3 Spirit of truth and love, 
Life-giving, holy Dove, 

Shed forth thy light ! 
Heal every inward smart; 
Still every throbbing heart ; 
And thine. own peace impart : 

Bless us to-night. 

George Rawson, 1853- 

100. 

1 Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon my sight away ; 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, I would commune with thee. 

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
Naught escapes without, within, 



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JfORXIXG A XT) BFBNINQ. 



Pardon each infirmity, 
Open fault, and secret sin. 

3 Soon, for me, the light of day 
Shall forever pass away : 
Then, from sin and sorrow free. 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 

4 Thou who. sinless, yet hast known 
AH of man's infirmity ; 

Then, from thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 

George TP. Boaru, 1824. 
• 6s, is &B* 

1 The sun is sinking fast. 
The daylight dies ; 

Let love awake, and pay 
Her evening sacrifice. 

2 As Christ upon the cross 
His head inclined, 

And to his Father's hands 
His parting soul resigned J 

3 So now herself my soul 
Would wholly give 

Into his sacred charge, 
In whom all spirits live ; 

4 So now, beneath his eye, 
Would calmly rest, 

Without a wish or thought 
Abiding in the breast ; 

5 Save that his will be done, 
Whate'er betide ; 

Dead to herself, and dead 
In him to all beside. 

6 Thus would I live; yet now 
Not I, but he, 

In all his power and love, 
Henceforth alive in me. 

73 



GOD.— 



THE TRINITY. 



7 One Sacred Trinity ! 
One Lord Divine ! 
May I be ever his, 
And he forever mine. 

Trans, from the Latin by E. Cas-wall, 1858- 

GOD,— THE TRINITY. 

102. 

1 Praises to him whose love has given, 
In Christ his Son, the life of heaven ; 
Who for our darkness gives us light, 
And turns to day our deepest night. 

2 Praises to him, in grace, who came, 
To bear our woe and sin and shame ; 
Who lived to die, who died to rise, 
The God-accepted sacrifice. 

3 Praises to him the chain who broke, 
Opened the prison, burst the yoke, 
Sent forth the captives glad and free, 
Heirs of an endless liberty. 

4 Praises to him who sheds abroad 
Within our hearts the love of God ; 
The Spirit of all truth and peace, 
Fountain of joy and holiness. 

5 To Father, Son, and Spirit, now 
The hands we lift, the knees we bow ; 
To thee, Jehovah, thus we raise 

The sinner's endless song of praise ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1856. 
103. L. M. 

1 Blest be the Father and his love, 

To whose celestial source we owe 
Rivers of endless joy above, 

And rills of comfort here below. 

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, 

From whose dear wounded body rolls 
74 



GOB,— THE TRINITY. 



A precious stream of vital blood. 
Pardon and life for dying souls. 

3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, 

Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, 
Makes living springs of grace arise. 
And into boundless glory flow. 

4 Thus, God the Father, God the Son, 

And God the Spirit, we adore: 
That sea of life and love unknown, 
Without a bottom or a shore. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

104. 

1 Father of heaven! whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found. 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us thy pardoning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son ! incarnate Word ! 

Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord ! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit ! by whose breath 
The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us thy quick ning power extend. 

4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son ! 
Mysterious Godhead ! Three in One ! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
Grace, pardon, life to us extend ! 

J. Cooper, 1812. 
105, H.M. 

1 I give immortal praise 

To God the Father's love, 
For all my comforts here. 
And better hopes above : 



He sent his own 
Eternal Son 
75 



To die for sins 
That man had done. 



GOD.— THE TRINITY. 



2 To God the Son belongs 
Immortal glory too, 
Who bought us with his blood 
From everlasting woe : 
And now he lives, 
And now he reigns, 



And sees the fruit 
Of all his pains. 



3 To God the Spirit's name 
Immortal worship give, 
Whose new-creating power 
Makes the dead sinner live : 



His work completes 
The ^reat design, 



And fills the soul 
With joy divine. 

4 Almighty God, to thee 

Be endless honors done, 
The undivided Three, 
And the mysterious One 



Where reason fails 
With all her powers, 



There faith prevails, 
And love adores. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 



106. 

1 To him that chose us first, 
Before the world began ; 
To him that bore the curse 
To save rebellious man : 



H. M, 



To him that formed 
Our hearts anew, 



Is endless praise 
And glory due. 



2 The Father's love shall run 

Through our immortal songs ; 
We bring to God the Son 
Hosannas on our tongues ; 



Our lips address 
The Spirit's name, 



With equal praise, 
And zeal the same. 



Let every saint above, 

And angel round the throne, 
Forever bless and love 

The sacred Three in One : 
76 



GOD.— THE TRINITY. 



Thus heaven shall 

raise 
His honors high, 



107. 



108. 



When earth and 
time 

Grow old and die. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

6a & 4s. 



1 Thou, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard, 

And took their flight, 
Hear us, we humbly pray ; 
And where the gospel's day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 
Let there be light ! 

2 Thou, who didst come to bring, 
On thy redeeming wing, 

Healing and sight : 
Health to the sick in mind ; 
Sight to the inly blind ; 
Oh, now, to all mankind, 

Let there be light ! 

3 Spirit of truth and love, 
Life-giving, Holy Dove, 

Speed forth thy flight : 
Move o'er the water's face, 
Bearing the lamp of grace ; 
And, in earth's darkest place, 

Let there be light ! 

4 Blessed and Holy Three, 
Glorious Trinity, 

Wisdom, Love, Might! 
Boundless as ocean's tide, 
Rolling in fullest pride, 
Through the world, far and wide, 

Let there be light ! 

John Marriott, 18 13. 



6s <fc 4s, 

1 Come, thou almighty King, 
Help us thy name to sing, 
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0D t — THE TRINITY, 



Help us to praise : 
Father all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us, 

Ancient of Days. 

2 Jesus, our Lord, arise ; 
Scatter our enemies, 

And make them fall ; 
Let thine almighty aid 
Our sure defence be made ; 
Our souls on thee be stayed ; 

Lord, hear our call. 

3 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword, 

Our prayer attend : 
Come, and thy people bless, 
And give thy word success : 
Spirit of holiness, 

On us descend. 

4 Come, holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear, 

In this glad hour : 
Thou who almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart ; 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power. 

5 To the great One in Three, 
Eternal praises be 

Hence, evermore. 
His sovereign majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 

Love and adore. 

Charles Wesley, 1757. 

109. 

1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord, 
Who never knew thy grace ; 
78 



GOD,— HIS PRAISE. 



But our loud songs shall still record 
The wonders of thy praise. 

2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, 

And send them to thy throne : 
All glory to th' united Three, 
Tiie undivided One ! 

3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) 

That formed us by a word : 
'Tis he restores our ruined frame : 
Salvation to the Lord ! 

4 Hosanna ! let the earth and skies 

Repeat the joyful sound ; 
Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice 
In one eternal round ! 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

GOD-HIS PRAISE. 
110. Psalm 9. C. M. 

1 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, 

I will my heart prepare ; 
To all the listening world thy works, 
Thy wondrous works declare. 

2 The thought of them shall to my soul 

Exalted pleasure bring ; 
Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High, 
Triumphant praise I sing. 

3 All those who have his goodness proved 

Will in his truth confide, 
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man 
That on his help relied. 

4 His suffering saints, when most dis 

tressed, 
He ne'er forgets to aid ; 
Their expectations shall be crowned, 
Though for a time delaved. 

79 



GOD, -HIS PRAISE. 



5 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, 
From Zion, his abode ; 
Proclaim his deeds, till all the world 
Confess no other God. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

111. Psalm 145. C. M. 

1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name, 

My King, my God of love ; 
My work and joy shall be the same 
In the bright world above. 

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, 

And let his praise be great : 
I'll sing the honors of thy throne, 
Thy works of grace repeat. 

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ; 

And while my lips rejoice, 
The men that hear my sacred song 
Shall join their cheerful voice. 

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, 

And children learn thy ways ; 
Ages to come thy truth proclaim, 
And nations sound thy praise. 

5 The world is managed by thy hands ; 

Thy saints are ruled by love ; 
And thy eternal kingdom stands, 
Though rocks and hills remove. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 
1 1 2 1 Psalm 104. 10s & lis. 

1 Oh, worship the King all-glorious above ! 
Oh.gratefully sing of his wisdom and love! 
Our /Shield and Defender, the Ancient 

of days, [praise. 
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with 

2 Oh.tell of his might ! oh, sing of his grace ! 
Whose robe is the light ; whose canopy, 

[space ; 
80 



GOD,— HIS PRAISE. 



His chariots of wrath the deep thunder 

clouds form, 
And dark is his path on the wings of 

the storm. 

3 The earth,with its store of wonders untold, 
Almightj,thy power hath founded of old ; 
Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless 

decree ; [the sea. 

And round it hath cast, like a mantle, 

4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can re- 

cite ? pight, 
It breathes in the air, it shines in the 
It streams from the hills, it descends to 

the plain, [rain. 
And sweetly distils in the dew and the 

5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to tail ; 
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the 

end, [Friend ! 

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and 

6 O measureless Might ! ineffable Love ! 
While angels delight to hymn thee above. 
The humbler creation, though feeble their 

lays, [praise. 
With true adoration shall lisp to thy 

Sir Robert Grant, 1830. 

113. Psalm 75. lis <& 8s. 

1 Be joyful in God,all ye lands of the earth; 

Oh, serve him with gladness and fear ! 
Exult in his presence with music and 
mirth ; 

With love and devotion draw near- 

2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, 

Creator and Ruler o'er all ; [own , 
And we are his people, his sceptre we 
His sheep, and we follow his call. 
81 



GOD, 



— HIS PRAISE. 



3 0, enter his gates with thanksgiving and 

song ; 

Your vows in his temple proclaim ; 
His praise in melodious accordance pro- 
And bless his adorable name, [long ; 

James Montgomery, 1771-1S54. 

114. 

1 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 

Ye people of his choice ; 
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God 
With heart, and soul, and voice. 

2 Though high above all praise, 

Above all blessing high. 
Who would not fear his holy name, 
And laud, and magnify ? 

8 Oh. for the living flame 

From his own altar brought. 
To touch our lips, our souls inspire, 
And win^ to heaven our thought! 

4 There, with benign regard. 

Our hymns he deigns to hear ; 
Though unrep ealed to mortal sense, 
The spirit feels him near. 

5 God is our strength and song, 

And his salvation ours ; 
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed 
With all our ransomed powers. 

6 Stand up, and bless the Lord ; 

The Lord your God adore ; 
Stand up. and bless his glorious name, 
Henceforth for evermore. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

115. 

1 To bless thy chosen race, 
In mercv, Lord, incline ; 
82 v 



GOD,— 



HIS PRAISE. 



And cause the brightness of thy face 
On all thy saints to shine : 

2 That so thy wondrous way 

May through the world be known ; 
While distant lands their homage pay, 
And thy salvation own. 

3 Let differing nations join 

Their Saviour to proclaim ; 
Let all the world, Lord, combine 
To praise thy glorious name. 

4 Oh, let them shout and sing 

With joy and pious mirth ; 
For thou, the righteous Judge and King, 
Shalt govern all the earth. 

5 Then God, upon our land, 

Shall constant blessings shower ; 
And all the world in awe shall stand 
Of his resistless power. 

Tate and Brady, 1696* 
116. S M. 

1 Thy name, almighty Lord, 

Shall sound through distant lands ; 
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, 
Thy truth forever stands. 

2 Far be thine honor spread, 

And long thy praise endure, 
Till morning light and evening shade 
Shall be exchanged no more. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 
11/. L. M 

1 Thee we adore, eternal. Lord ! 

We praise thy name with one accord ; 
Thy saints who here thy goodness see, 
Through all the world do worship thee. 

2 To thee aloud all angels cry, 

And ceaseless raise their songs on high, 

83 



GOB— HIS PRAISE. 



Both cherubim and seraphim, 

The heavens and all the powers therein. 

3 The apostles join the glorious throng ; 
The prophets swell the immortal song ; 
The martyrs' noble army raise 
Eternal anthems t<5 thy praise. 

4 From day to day, O Lord, do we 
Highly exalt and honor thee ! 
Thy name we worship and adore, 
World without end, for evermore ! 

Thomas Cotter ill, 1810. 

118. Psalm 145. L. M. 

1 My God, my King, thy various praise 
Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 
Till death and glory raise the song. 

2 The wings of every hour shall bear 
Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
And every setting sun shall see 
New works of duty done for thee. 

8 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim ; 
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream ; 
Thy mercy swift ; thine anger slow, 
But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine 
And speak thy majesty divine ; 

Let every realm with joy proclaim 
The sound and honor of thy name. 

5 Let distant times and nations raise 
The long succession of thy praise ; 
And unborn ages make my song 
The joy and labor of their tongue. 

6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ? 
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds : 
Yast and unsearchable thy ways, 

Vast and immortal be thy praise. 

Isaac Watts 1719- 

84 



GOD— HIS PRAISE, 
119. L. M. 

1 Come, O my soul ! in sacred lays, 
Attempt thy great Creator's praise : 
But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame ? 
AY hat mortal verse can reach the theme ? 

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, 
He glory like a garment wears ; 

To form a robe of light divine, 

Ten thousand suns around him shine. 

3 In all our Maker's grand designs 
Almighty power with wisdom shines ; 
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame, 
Declare the glory of his name. 

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; 
And let his praise employ thy tongue, 
Till listening worlds shall join the song ! 

Thomas BlaclclocJc, 1754. 
• 8s & 7s, Double. 

1 Mighty God, while angels bless thee, 

May an infant lisp thy name ? 
Lord of men as well as angels, 

Thou art every creature's theme. 
Lord of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days, 
Sounded through the wide creation 

Be thy just and lawful praise. 

2 For the grandeur of thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought ; 
For created works of power, [wrought ; 

Works with skill and kindness 
For thy providence, that governs 

Through thy empire's wide domain, 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; 

Blessed be thy gentle reign. 



GOD,— HIS PRAISE. 



3 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 

Dark through brightness, all along : 
Thought is poor, and poor expression ; 

Who dare sing that awful song ? 
Brightness of the Father's glory, 

Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? 
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence ! 

Sing the Lord who came to die. 

4 From the highest throne in glory, 

To the cross in deepest woe, 
All to ransom guilty captives ; 

Flow, my praise, forever flow. 
Go, return, immortal Saviour ; 

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; 
Thence return, and reign forever ; 

Be the kingdom all thy own. 

Robert Robinson, 1774. 

121. 8s & 7s. Double. 

1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator ! 

Praise to thee from every tongue : 
Join, my soul, with every creature, 

Join the universal song. 
Father, Source of all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded grace is thine : 
Hail the God of our salvation ! 

Praise him for his love divine. 

2 For ten thousand blessings given, 

For the hope of future joy, [heaven, 
Sound his praise through earth and 

Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 
Joyfully on earth adore him, 

Till in heaven our song we raise ; 
There, enraptured, fall before him, 

Lost in wonder, love and praise. 

John Fawcett, 1782, 

122, s.p.m, 

1 The God of Abrah'm praise, 
Who reigns enthroned above, 
86 



GOD, -HIS PRAISE. 



Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love! 
Jehovah ! great I Am ! 
By earth and heaven confest ! 
I bow and bless the sacred name, 
Forever blest ! 

2 The God of Abrah'm praise ! 

At whose supreme command 
From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
At his right hand : 
I all on earth forsake, 
Its wisdom, fame and power, 
And him my only portion make, 
My Shield and Tower. 

3 The God of Abrah'm praise ! 

Whose all-sufficient grace 
Shall guide me all my happy days 
In all his ways : 
He calls a worm his friend ! 
He calls himself my God ! 
And he shall save me to the end, 
Through Jesus' blood. 

4 He by himself hath sworn ; 

I on his oath depend ; 
I shall, on eagle's wings upborne, 
To heaven ascend : 
I shall behold his face ; 
I shall his power adore, 
And sing the wonders of his grace 
For evermore ! 

Thomas Olivers, 1772. 
123. S, P. M, 

1 Though nature's strength decay, 
And earth and hell withstand, 
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way 
At his command : 



GOD,-HIS PRAISE. 

The watery deep I pass, 
With Jesus in my view ; 
And, through the howling wilderness, 
My way pursue. 

2 The goodly land I see, 

With peace and plenty blest ; 
A land of sacred liberty 
And endless rest : 
There milk and honey flow ; 
And oil and wine abound ; 
And trees of life forever grow, 
With mercy crowned. 

3 There dwells the Lord our King, 

The Lord our righteousness ; 
Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 

The Prince of peace, 
* On Zion's sacred height, 

His kingdom still maintains ; 
And, glorious with his saints in light, 
Forever reigns. 

4 The whole triumphant host 

Give thanks to God on high ; 
Hail! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
They ever cry ; 
Hail ! Abraham's God and mine ! 
I join the heavenly lays ; 
All might and majesty are thine, 
And endless praise ! 

Thomas Olivers, 1772. 

124. 

1 My God, how wonderful thou art, 

Thy majesty how bright ! 
How beautiful thy mercy -seat 
In depths of burning light ! 

2 Oh, how I fear thee, living God, 

With deepest, tenderest fears ; 
S3 



GOD, 



— HIS PRAISE. 



And worship thee with trembling hope, 
And penitential tears ! 

3 Yet I may love thee, too, Lord, 

Almighty as thou art ; 
For thou hast stooped to ask of me 
The love of my poor heart. 

4 Xo earthly father loves like thee ; 

!Xo mother, half so mild, 
Bears and forbears, as thou hast done 
With me thy sinful child. 

5 Only to sit and think of God, 

Oh. what a joy it is ! [name, 
To think the thought, to breathe the 
Earth has no higher bliss. 

6 Father of Jesus, love's reward, 

TThat rapture will it be, 
Prostrate before thy throne to lie, 
And ever gaze on thee ! 

Frederick IF. Faber, 1849, 

125. cm. 

1 My soul shall praise thee, my God, 

Through all my mortal days ; 
And to eternity prolong 

Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 

2 In each bright hour of peace and hope, 

Be this my sweet employ ! 
Devotion heightens all my bliss, 
And sanctities my joy. 

3 TThen gloomy care or keen distress 

Invades my throbbing breast. 
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, 
And soothe my pains to rest. 

4 Xor shall my tongue alone proclaim 

The honors of my God : 
My life, with all its active powers, 
Shall spread thy praise abroad. 
89 



GOD,— HIS PRAISE. 



5 And though those lips shall cease to 

move. 

Though death shall close these eyes, 
Yet shall my soul to nobler heights 
Of joy and transport rise. 

6 Then shall my powers, in endless strains, 

Their grateful tribute pay : 
The theme demands an angel's tongue, 
And an eternal day. 

Ottiwell Heginbotham, 1765. 

126. Psalm 146. L. P. M. 

1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 
Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last, 
Or immortality endures. 

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God; he made the sky, 
And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
His truth forever stands secure ; 

He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor, 
And none shall find his promise vain. 

3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 
He sends the laboring conscience peace : 
He helps the stranger in distress, 

The widow and the fatherless, - 

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 

4 Til praise him while he lends me breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 
Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life and thought and being last, 
Or immortality endures. 

Isaac Watts, 1710. 

90 



GOD,-HIS PRAISE. 



1 2 i . Psalm 96. L. P. M. 

1 Let all the earth their voices raise 
To sing the choicest psalms of praise, 

To sing and bless Jehovah's name : 
His glory let the heathen know, 
His wonders to the nations show, 

And all his saving works proclaim. 

2 The heathen know thy glory, Lord ; 
The wondering nations read thy word; 

Among us is Jehovah known : 
Our worship shall no more be paid 
To gods which mortal hands have made ; 

Our Maker is our God alone. 

3 He framed the globe, he built the sky, 
He made the shining worlds on high, 

And reigns complete in glory there : 
His beams are majesty and light ; 
His beauties how divinely bright ! 

His temple how divinely fair ! 

4 Come, the great day. the glorious hour, 
AVhen earth shall feel his saving power, 

And barbarous nations fear his name ; 
Then shall the race of man confess 
The beauty of his holiness, 

And in his courts his grace proclaim, 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 
12b» Psalm 143. L. M. 

1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, [dwell, 

From distant worlds, where creatures 
Let heaven begin the solemn word, 
And sound it dreadful down to hell. 

2 Wide as his vast dominion lies, 

Make the Creator's name be known ; 
Loud as his thunder shout the praise, 
And sound it lofty as his throne. 
91 



GOD -HIS PRAISE. 



3 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word ; 

Oh. may it dwell on every tongue ; 
But saints, who best have known the Lord, 
Are bound to raise the noblest song. 

4 Speak of the wonders of that love 

Which Gabriel plays on every chord ; 
From all below and all above. 
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. 

Isaac JVatte t ijig. 

129. Psalm 133. L- M. 

1 With all my powers of heart and tongue, 
I'll praise my Maker in my song ; 
Angels shall hear the notes I raise. 
Approve the song, and join the praise. 

2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy. Lord ; 
I'll sing the wonders of thy word ; 
Xot all thy works and names below 
So much thy power and glory show. 

3 To God I cried when troubles rose ; 
He heard me and subdued my foes : 

He did my rising fears control. [soul. 
And strength diffused through all my 

4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand. 
L'pheld and guarded by thy hand : 
Thy words my fainting soul revive, 
And keep my dying faith alive. 

5 Grace will complete what grace begins, 
To save from sorrows or from sins ; 
The work that wisdom undertakes, 
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes, 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

130. Psalm 63 L. M. 

1 Great God indulge my humble claim ; 
Thou art my hope, my joy. my rest ; 
The glories that compose thy name 
Stand all engaged to make me blest. 
92 



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2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, 

Thou art my Father and my God ; 
And I am thine by sacred ties, [blood. 
Thy son, thy servant, bought with 

3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands, 

For thee I long, to thee I look ; 
As travellers, in thirsty lands, 
Pant for the cooling water-brook. 

4 With early feet I love t' appear 

Among thy saints, and seek thy face ; 
Oft have I seen thy glory there, 

And felt the power of sovereign grace. 

5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 

While I have breath to pray or praise ; 
This work shall make my heart rejoice, 
And spend the remnant of my days. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

131. 

1 Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake, and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn 
W^hen the Prince of peace was born ; 
Songs of praise awoke when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away, 
Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
God will make new heavens, new earth, 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

4 And can man alone be dumb, 
Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
No : the church delights to raise 
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 

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5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then, amidst eternal joy, 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 
*)£ • PSALM 150. 73. 

1 Praise the Lord, his glories show, 
Saints within his courts below, 
Angels round his throne above, 
All that see and share his love, 

2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, 
Tell his wonders, sing his worth ; 
Age to age, and shore to shore. 
Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 

3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ; 
Praise his providence and grace ; 
All that he for man hath done, 
All he sends us through his Son : 

4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts, 
In the concert bear your parts ; 

All that breathe, your Lord adore, 
Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 

133. Psalm 92. 7s, 

1 Thou, who art enthroned above ; 
Thou, by whom we live and move ; 
Thou, who art most great, most high, 
God from all eternity ! 

2 Oh, how sweet, how excellent, 
When all tongues and hearts consent, 
Grateful hearts and joyful tongues, 
Hymning thee in tuneful songs ! 

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3 When the morning paints the skies, 
When the stars of evening rise, 
We thy praises will record. 
Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord ! 

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field ? 
Harvest rich doth autumn yield ? 
Giver of these blessings, we 

Pour the grateful son^ to thee. 

George Sandys, 1648, a. 

134. Psalm 115. L. M. 

1 Not unto us, almighty Lord, 

But to thyself the glory be ! 
Created by thy awful word, 
We only live to honor thee. 

2 Where is their God, the heathen cry, 

And bow to senseless wood and stone ; 
Our God, we tell them, fills the sky, 
And calls ten thousand worlds his own. 

3 Vain gods ! vain men ! the Lord alone 

Is Israel's worship, Israel's friend ; 
Oh, fear his power, his goodness own, 
And love him, trust him, to the end. 

4 Who lean on him, from strength to 

strength, 

From light to light, shall onward move, 
Till through the grave they pass at 
length, 

To sing on high his saving love. 

JT. F. Lyte, 1S34. 

135. L. M. 

1 God of my life, through all its days 
My grateful powers shall sound thy 
praise ; 

The song shall wake with opening light, 
And warble to the silent night. 
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2 When anxious cares would break my rest, 
And grief would tear my throbbing breast, 
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high. 
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all its powers of language fail, 
Joj T through my swimming eyes shall 

break, 

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 

4 But. oh, when that last conflict's o'er, 
And I am chained to flesh no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise 
To join the music of the skies ! 

5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains 
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains, 
And emulate, with joy unknown, 

The glowing seraphs round thy throne. 

6 The cheerful tribute will I give, 
Long as a deathless soul can live ; 
A work so sweet, a theme so high, 
Demands and crowns eternity. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755. 

136. Psalm 103. L. M. 

1 Bless, my soul, the living God; 
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; 
Let all the- powers within me join 

In work and worship so divine. 

2 Bless, my soul, the God of grace ; 
His favors claim thy highest praise : 
Why should the wonders he hath wrought 
Be lost in silence and forgot ? 

3 "lis he. my soul, that sent his Son 

To die for crimes which thou hast done ; 
He owns the ransom, and forgives 
The hourly follies of our lives. 
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4 Let the whole earth his power confess, 
Let the whole earth adore his grace ; 
The Gentile with the Jew shall join 
In work and worship so divine. 

Isaac IVatts, I 7 I 9- 

137. Psalm 146. L. M. 

1 Praise ye the Lord; my heart shall joiD 
In work so pleasant, so divine ; 

Now while the flesh is mine abode. 
And when my soul ascends to God. 

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers. 
While immortality endures : 

My days of praise shall ne'er be past 
While life, and thought, and being last. 

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God ; he made the sky, 
And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
And none shall find his promise vain. 

4 His truth forever stands secure ; 

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor ; 
He sends the laboring conscience peace, 
And grants the prisoner sweet release. 

5 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

G He loves his saints, he knows them well, 
But turns the wicked down to hell ; 
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ! 
Praise him in everlasting strains. 

Isaac Watts, 17*9' 
• Psalm 57. L. M. 

1 Mr God, in whom are all the springs 
Of boundless love and grace unknown ; 
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, 
Till the dark cloud is overblown. 
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2 Up to the heavens I send my cry ; 
The Lord will my desires perform ; 
He sends his angels from the sky, 

And saves me from the threatening storm. 

3 Be thou exalted, my God, 

Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; 
Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
And land to land thy wonders tell. 

4 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise 
Immortal honors to thy name ; 
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise ; 
My tongue, the glory of ray frame. 

5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 
And reaches to the utmost sky ; 

His truth to endless years remains, 
When lower worlds dissolve and die. 

6 Be thou exalted, O my God, 

Above the heavens, where angels dwell ; 
Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
And land to land thy wonders tell. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

139. Psalm 117. L. M. 

1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ! 
Eternal truth attends thy word; [shore 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

Isaac Watts, 1719* 



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GOD,-HIS ATTRIBUTES. 

HO. 

1 Great God, how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow. 
And pay their praise to thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 

Ere seas or stars were made ; 
Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Eternity, with all its years, 

Stands present in thy view ; 
To thee there's nothing old appears, 
Great God, there's nothing new. 

4 Our lives through various scenes are 

drawn, 

And vexed with trifling cares ; 
While thine eternal thought moves jn 
Thine undisturbed affairs. 

5 Great God, how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bjw, 
And pay their praise to thee. 

Isaac Watts, 17*9* 

141. Psalm 90. C. M. 

1 Our God, our help in ages past, . 
Our hope for years to come, 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home : 
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2 Under the shadow of thy throne 

Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
And our defence is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everlasting thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, 

" Return, ye sons of men ; p 
All nations rose from earth at first, 
And turn to earth again. 

5 A thousand ages in thy sight 

Are like an evening gone ; 
Short as the watch that ends the night 
Before the rising sun. 

6 .Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fly. forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 

7 Our God, our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come. 
Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home. 

Jsaoc Ti 7 atts, 1719. 

142. Psaxm 89. C. M. 

1 TVith reverence let the saints appear, 

And bow before the Lord ; 
His high commands with reverence hear, 
And tremble at his word. 

2 How terrible thy glories be ! 

How bright thine armies shine ! 
Where is the power that vies with thee, 
Or truth compared with thine? 
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3 The northern pole and southern, rest 

On thy supporting hand ; 
Darkness and day from east to west 
Move round at thy command. 

4 Thy words the raging winds control, 

And rule the boisterous deep ; 
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, 
The rolling billows sleep. 

Justice and judgment are thy throne, 

Yet wondrous is thy grace ; 
While truth and mercy, joined in one, 
Invite us near thy face. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

143. cm 

1 The Lord our God is clothed with might ; 

The winds obey his will ; 
He speaks, and in his heavenly height 
The rolling sun stands still. 

2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 

With threatening aspect roar : 
The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
And chains you to the shore. 

3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ; 

Without his high behest 
Yc shall not, in the mountain pine, 
Disturb the sparrow's nest. 

4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 

In distant peals it dies ; 
He yokes the whirlwind to his car. 
And sweeps the howling skies. 

5 Ye nations bend, in reverence bend ; 

Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 
And bid the choral song ascend 
To celebrate our God. 

Henry Kirke White, 1806. 

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— HIS ATTRIBUTES, 



• Psalm 18. C. M. 

1 In my distress I sought my God, 

I sought Jehovah's face ; 
My cry before him came ; he heard 
Out of his holy place. 

2 The Lord descended from above, 

And bowed the heavens most high , 
And underneath his feet he cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

3 On cherub and on cherubim, 

Full royally, he rode ; 
And, on the wings of mighty winds, 
Came flying all abroad. 

4 He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And he, as sovereign Lord and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 

5 The Lord will give his people strength, 

Whereby they shall increase : 
And he will bless his chosen flock 
With everlasting peace. 

6 Give glory to his awful name, 

And honor him alone ; 
Give worship to his majesty 
Upon his holy throne. 

Thomas Sternhold, iS40« 

145. aw. 

1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame, 

We own thy power divine : 
We hear thy breath in every storm. 
For all the winds are thine. 

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, 

They work thy sovereign will ; 
And awed by thy majestic voice 
Confusion shall be still. 
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-HIS ATTRIBUTES. 



3 Thy mercy tempers every blast 

To them that seek thy face, 
And mingles with the tempest's roar 
The whispers of thy grace. 

4 Those gentle whispers let me hear 

Till all the tumult cease ; 
And gales of paradise shall lull 
My w r eary soul to peace. 

Philip Doddrid'?,. *7S5* 

146. Psalm 139. C. M. 

1 In all my vast concerns with thee, 

In vain my soul would try 
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye. 

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 

My rising and my rest, 
My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord 

Before they're formed within ; 
And, ere my lips pronounce the word. 
He knows the sense I mean 

4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! 

Where can a creature hide ? 
Within thy circling arms I lie 
Enclosed on every side. 

5 So let thy grace surround me still, 

And like a bulwark prove, 
To guard my soul from every ill, 
Secured by sovereign love. 

Isaac Watts, i7 T 9- 

147. c. m. 

I Eternal light ! eternal light ! 
How pure the soul must be, 
When, placed within thy searching sight, 
It shrinks not, but with calm delight 
Can live and look on thee J 
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2 The spirits that surround thy throne 

May bear the burning bliss ; 
But that is surely theirs alone, 
Since they have never, never known 

A fallen world like this. 

3 Oh, how shall I, whose native sphere 

Is dark, whose mind is dim, 
Before the Ineffable appear, 
And on my naked spirit bear 

That uncreated beam ? 

4 There is a way for man to rise 

To that sublime abode ; 
An Offering and a Sacrifice, 
A Holy Spirit's energies, 

An Advocate with God. 

5 These, these, prepare us for the light 

Of majesty above : 
The sons of ignorance and night 
Can stand in the eternal light, 

Through the eternal love. 

Thomas Binncy, 1826. 

148. Psalm 139. L. M 

1 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me 

through; 

Thine eye commands, with piercing view 

My rising and my resting hours, 

My heart and flesh, with all their powers 

2 My thoughts, before they are my own s 
Are to my God distinctly known ; 

He knows the words I mean to speak, 
Ere from my opening lips they break. 

3 Within thy circling power I stand ; 
On every side I find thy hand : 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 

1 am surrounded still with God. 

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4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
"What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
My soul with all the powers I boast, 
Is in the boundless prospect lost. 

5 Oh. may these thoughts possess my breast, 
TThere'er I rove, where'er I rest ! 

Nor let my weaker passions dare 
Consent to sin, for God is there. 

Isaac Watts, 17*9- 

149. 

1 Lord, thou hast formed mine every part, 

Mine inmost thought is known to thee ; 
Each word, each feeling of my heart. 
Thine ear doth hear, thine eye can see. 

2 Though I should seek the shades of night, 

And hide myself in guilty fear, 
To thee the darkness seems as light, 
The midnight as the noonday clear. 

3 The heavens, the earth, the sea. the sky, 

All own thee ever present there; 
Where'er I turn thou still art nigh, 
Thy Spirit dwelling everywhere. 

4 Oh, may that Spirit, ever blest, 

Upon my soul in radiance shine, 
Till, welcomed to eternal rest. 

I taste thy presence. Lord divine ! 

Robert Allan Scott, i%39- 
150. L. M. 

1 What secret place, what distant star, 

Is like, dread Lord, to thine abode ? 
Why dwellest thou from us so far ? 
We yearn for thee, thou hidden God, 

2 Vain searchers ! but we need not mourn : 

TTe need not stretch our weary wings ; 
Thou meetest us, where'er we turn ; 
Thou beamest. Lord, from all bright 

things. 

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3 But sweetest. Lord, dost thou appear 

In the dear Saviours smiling face : 
The heavenly Majesty draws near. 
And offers us i^s kind embrace. 

4 To us. vain searchers after God. 

To us the Ho': 7 Ghost doth come ; 
From us thou hidest thine abode ; 

But thou wilt make our souls thy hoine. 

5 Glory that no eye may bear ! 

Presence bright, our soul's sweet 
guest ! 

farthest era ever near! 

Most hidden and most manifest ! 

r\:~i? h. <?■;.;.;. 

151. 

1 The Lord Jehovah leiems : 
His throne is built on high ; 
The garments he assurr.es 
Are light and majesty ; 

His glories shine with beams so bright. 
No mortal eye can bear the sight, 

2 The thunders of his hand 
Keep the wide world in awe; 
His wrath and justice stand 
To guard his holy law ; 

And vrhere his love resolves to bless. 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

3 Through all his ancient works 
Snrvrisiro: wisdom shore-. 
Confounds the powers of "hell, 
Auoi breaks their curse d designs : 

Strong is his arm. and shall raddl 
His great decrees, his sovereign wilL 

4 And can this mighty King 
Of glory condescend. 

Ani will ho w:i:e his name. 
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GOD,-HIS ATTRIBUTES. 



I love his name, I love his word ; 

Join all my powers, and praise the Lord. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

152. Psalm 93. 6. P. M. 

1 The Lord Jehovah reigns, 
And royal state maintains, 

His head with awful glories crowned ; 
Arrayed in robes of light, 
Begirt with sovereign might, 

And rays of majesty around. 

2 Upheld by thy commands, 
The world securely stands, 

And skies and stars obey thy word : 
Thy throne was fixed on high 
Before the starry sky : 

Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 

o In vain the noisy crowd, 

Like billows fierce and loud, 

Against thine empire rage and roar ; 
in vain, with angry spite, 
The surly nations fight, 

And dash like waves against the shore. 

4 Let floods and nations rage, 
And all their powers engage ; 

Let swelling tides assault the sky ; 
The terrors of thy frown 
Shall beat their madness clown ; 

Thy throne forever stands on high. 

5 Thy promises are true, 
Thy grace is ever new; 

There fixed, thy church shall ne'er re- 
move : 

Thy saints, with holy fear, 
Shall in thy courts appear, 1 
And sing thine everlasting love. 

Isaac Watts, 1710. 

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153. L. M, 

1 The Lord is King ! lift up thy voice, 
O earth ; and all ye heavens, rejoice ; 
From world to world the joy shall ring, 
The Lord omnipotent is King. 

2 The Lord is King ! who then shall dare 
Resist his will, distrust his care, 

Or murmur at his wise decrees, 
Or doubt his royal promises ? 

3 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, 
His might decay, his love forsake, 
Then may his children cease to sing, 
The Lord omnipotent is King ! 

4 One Lord, one empire all secures ; 

He reigns, and life and death are yours . 
Through earth and heaven one song shall 
ring, 

The Lord omnipotent is King. 

Josidh Conder, 1850 

154. L. M. 

1 Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring 
To him who gave thee power to sing : 
Praise him who is all praise above, 
The source of wisdom and of love. 

2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound ! 
A depth where all our thoughts are 

drowned ! 

The stars he numbers, and their names 
He gives to all those heavenly flames. 

3 Through each bright world above, behold 
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold; 
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine, 
To speak his wisdom all divine. 

4 But in redemption, oh, what grace ! 

Its wonders, oh, what thought can trace ! 
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QOD, -HIS ATTRIBUTES. 

Here wisdom shines forever bright : 
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. 

John Needham, 
lOO. Psalm 19. L. M. 

1 The spacious firmament; on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky. 

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 
And publishes to every land 

The work of an almighty hand. 

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 

4 While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

What though in solemn silence all 
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? 

6 Tn reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
Forever singing, as they shine, 

" The hand that made us is divine." 

Joseph Addison, 1712, 



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IL ^ U * Psalm 113. 7s. 

1 Hallelujah ! raise, oh raise 
To our God the song of praise ; 
All his servants join to sing 
God our Saviour and our King. 

2 Blessed be for evermore 

That dread name which we adore ! 
Eound the world his praise be sung, 
Through all lands, in every tongue ! 

3 O'er all nations God alone, 
Higher than the heavens his throne ; 

, Who is like to God Most High, 
Infinite in majesty? 

4 Yet to view the heavens he bends, 
Yea, to earth he condescends ; 
Passing by the rich and great 
For the low and desolate. 

5 He can raise the poor to stand 
With the princes of the land ; 
Wealth upon the needy shower, 
Set the meanest high in power. 

6 He the broken spirit cheers ; 
Turns to joy the mourner's tears ; 
Such the wonders of his ways ; 
Praise his name, forever praise. 

Josiah dander, 1S54, 



GOD.-HIS PROVIDENCE. 



lo7. Psalm 136. 7s. 

1 Let us with a gladsome mind 
Praise the Lord, for he is kind; 
For his mercy shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 Let us sound his name abroad, 
For of gods he is the God ; 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

3 He, with all-commanding might, 
Filled the new-made world with light , 
For his mercy shall endure, 

Ever faithful, ever sure. 

4 All things living he doth feed, 
His full hand supplies their need ; 
For his mercy shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

5 He his chosen race did bless 
In the wasteful wilderness ; 
For his mercy shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

6 He hath with a piteous eye 
Looked upon our misery ; 
For his mercy shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

7 Let us, then, with gladsome mind, 
Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; 
For his mercy shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

John Milton, 1623, a, 

158. Psalm 8. C. M. 

1 O Lord, how good, how great art thou, 
In heaven and earth the same ! 
There angels at thy footstool bow, 
Here babes thy grace proclaim, 
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2 When glorious in the nightly sky 

Thy moon and stars I see, 
Oh, what is man ! I wondering cry, 
To be so loved by thee ! 

3 To him thou hourly deign'st to give 

New mercies from on high ; 
Didst quit thy throne with him to live, 
For him in pain to die. 

4 Close to thine own bright seraphim 

His favored path is trod ; 
And all beside are serving him, 
That he may serve his God. 

5 O Lord, how good, how great art thou, 

In heaven and earth the same ! 
There angels at thy footstool bow, 
Here babes thy grace proclaim. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 
lo9. CM. 

1 Since all the downward tracts of time 

God's watchful eye surveys ; 
Oh, who so wise to choose our lot, 
Or regulate our ways ! 

2 I cannot doubt his bounteous love, 

Immeasurably kind ; 
To his unerring, gracious will, 
Be every wish resigned, 

3 Good when he gives, supremely good, 

Nor less when he denies ; 
E'en crosses from his sovereign hand 
Are blessings in disguise. 

James Hervey, 1745. 
160. CM. 

1 God moves in a mysterious way 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 
112 



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2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skill 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace ; 
Behind a frowning providence, 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan his works in vain ; 
God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

William Cowper, i 77 g. 
161. CM. 

1 Keep silence, all created things, 

And wait your Maker's nod ; 
My soul stands trembling while she sings 
The honors of her God. 

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds un- 

known, 
Hang on his firm decree ; 
He sits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 

3 Chained to his throne a volume lies, 

With all the fates of men, 
With every angel's form and size, 
Drawn by the eternal pen. 
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GOD,— HIS PROVIDENCE. 



4 His providence unfolds the book, 

And makes his counsels shine ; 
Each opening leaf, and every stroke 
Fulfils some deep design. 

5 My God, I would not long to see 

My fate with curious eyes, 
What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
Or what bright scenes may rise. 

6 In thy fair book of life and grace, 

Oh. may I find my name 
Recorded in some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

162. c. m. 

1 How shall I praise th? eternal God, 

That Infinite Unknown ? 
Who can ascend his high abode, 
Or venture near his throne ? 

2 The great Invisible ! He dwells 

Concealed in dazzling light ; 
But his all-searching eye reveals 
The secrets of the night. 

3 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep, 

Survey the world around ; 
His wisdom is a boundless deep, 

Where all our thoughts are drowned. 

4 He knows no shadow of a change, 

Nor alters his decrees ; 
Firm as a rock his truth remains 
To guard his promises. 

5 Justice, upon a dreadful throne. 

Maintains the rights of God; 
While mercy sends her pardons down, 
Bough t with a Saviour's blood. 
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C Now to my soul, immortal King, 

Speak some forgiving word ; 
Then 'twill be double joy to sing 
The glories of my Lord. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

163. L. M. 

1 Lord, how mysterious are thy ways ! 
How blind are we ! how mean our praise ! 
Thy steps can mortal eyes explore ? 
'Tis ours to wonder and adore. 

2 Thy deep decrees from creature sight 
Are hid in shades of awful night; 
Amid the lines, with curious eye, 
Not angel minds presume to pry. 

3 Gieat God ! I would not ask to see 
What in futurity shall be ; 

If light and bliss attend my days, 
Then let my future hours be praise. 

4 Is darkness and distress my share ? 
Then let me trust thy guardian care ; 
Enough for me if love divine [shine. 
At length through every cloud shall 

5 Yet this my soul desires to know, 
Be this my only wish below, 

That Christ is mine ; this great request 
Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

164. L.M. 

Thy ways, Lord ! with wise design. 

Are framed upon thy throne above, 
And every dark and bending line 

Meets in the centre of thy love. 

2 "With feeble light, and half obscure, 

Poor mortals thy arrangements view : 
Not knowing that the least are sure, 
And the mysterious just and true. 
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3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, 

Though now they seem to roam uneyed, 
Are led or driven only where 
They best and safest may abide. 

4 They neither know nor trace the way ; 

But, trusting to thy piercing eye, 
None of their feet to ruin stray, 
Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 

5 My favored soul shall meekly learn 

To lay her reason at thy throne ; 
Too weak thy secrets to discern, 
I'll trust thee for my guide alone. 

Ambrose Serle, 1787- 
165i L. M. 

1 Wait, my soul, thy Maker's will ; 
Tumultuous passions, all be still ! 
Nor let a murmuring thought arise 
His ways are just, his counsels wise. 

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
Performs his work, the cause conceals ; 
But, though his methods are unknown, 
Judgment and truth support his throne. 

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, 
He executes his firm decrees ; 

And by his saints it stands confest, 
That what he does is ever best. 

4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait, 
Prostrate before his awful seat ; 
And, 'midst the terrors of his rod, 
Trust in a wise and gracious God. 

Benjamin Bcddome, c8i8. 
106. L. M. 

1 Lord, we adore thy vast designs, 
The obscure abyss of providence, 
Too deep to sound with mortal lines, 
Too dark to view with feeble sense. 
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2 Now thou array'st thine awful face 

In angry frowns without a smile ; 
"We through the clouds believe thy grace, 
Secure of thy compassion still. 

3 Through seas and storms of deep distress, 

We sail by faith, and not by sight ; 
Faith guides us in the wilderness 
Through all the terrors of the nioht. 

4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod 

Resolve to scourge us here below, 
Still let us lean upon our God, 

Thine arm shall bear us safely through. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

167. LM 

1 Lord, my weak thought in vain would 

climb 

To search the starry vault profound ; 
In vain would wing her flight sublime, 
To find creation's utmost bound. 

2 But weaker yet that thought must prove 

To search thy great eternal plan, 
Thy sovereign counsels born of love 
L0112 a^es ere the world be^an. 

3 When my dim reason would demand 

Why that or this thou dost ordain, 
By some vast deep I seem to stand, 
Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 

4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast, 

And all is dark as night to me, 
Here, as on solid rock, I rest, — 
That so it seemeth good to thee. 

5 Be this my joy, that evermore 

Thou rulest all things at thy will : 
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore, 

And calmly, sweetly trust thee still. 

May Palmer, 1358. 

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168. L.M. 

1 Up to the Lord, that reigns on high, 

And views the nations from afar, 
Let everlasting praises fly, 

And tell how large his bounties are. 

2 God, that must stoop to view the skies, 

And bow to see what angels do, 
Down to our earth he casts his eyes, 
And bends his footsteps downwards 
too. 

3 He overrules all mortal things, 

And manages our mean affairs ; 
On humble souls the King of kings 
Bestows his counsels and his cares. 

4 Our sorrows and our tears we pour 

Into the bosom of our God ; 
He hears us in the mournful hour, 
And helps to bear the heavy load. 

5 Oh, could our thankful hearts devise 

A tribute equal to thy grace, 
To the third heaven our song should rise, 
And teach the golden harps thy praise.. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

169. Psalm 14&. C. M. 

1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, 

My God, my heavenly King ; 
Let age to age thy righteousness 
In sounds of glory sing. 

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines 

His goodness to the skies ; [shines, 
Through the whole earth his bounty 
And every want supplies. 

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 

On thee for daily food ; 
Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
And fills their mouth with good. 
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4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! 
How slow thine anger moves ! 
But soon he sends his pardoning word 
To cheer the souls he loves. 

Creatures, with all their endless race, 
Thy power and praise proclaim ; 

But saints that taste thy richer grace 
Delight to bless thy name. 

Isaac Watts, *7*9- 

170. 

1 God my supporter and my hope, 

My help forever near, 
Thy arm of mercy held me up 
When sinking in despair. 

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet 

Through this dark wilderness ; 
Thy hand conduct me near thy seat, 
To dwell before thy face. 

3 Were I in heaven without my God, 

'Twould be no joy to me ; 
And whilst this earth is my abode, 
I long for none but thee. 

4 Behold, the sinners that remove 

Far from thy presence die ; 
Not all the idol gods they love 
Can save them when they cry. 

5 But to draw near to thee, my God, 

Shall be my sweet employ ; 
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad. 
And tell the world my joy. 

Isaac Watts, i7 r 9 
• Psalm 121. C. 1L 

I To heaven I lift my waiting eyes ; 
There all my hopes are laid : 
The Lord, that built the earth and skies, 
Is mv perpetual aid. 
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2 Their feet shall never slide nor fall 

Whom he designs to keep : 
His ear attends the softest call ; 
His eyes can never sleep. 

3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure ; 

Thy keeper is the Lord; 
His wakeful eyes employ his power 
For thine eternal guard. 

4 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath, 

Where thickest dangers come ; 
Go and return, secure from death, 
Till God commands thee home. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

172. Psalm 136. L. M, 

1 Give to our God immortal praise ; 
Mercy and truth are all his ways : 
Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, 
The King of kings with glory crown ; 
His mercies ever shall endure, 

When lords and kings are known no 
more. 

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, 
And fixed the starry lights on high : 
Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

4 He fills the sun with morning light, 
He bids the moon direct the night : 
His mercies ever shall endure, 

When suns and moons shall shine no more. 

5 He sent his Son with power to save 
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : 
Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

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6 Through this vain world he guides our 
feet. 

And leads us to his heavenly seat : 

His mercies ever shall endure, 

THien this vain world shall be no more. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 
i O • Psalm 107. L. M. 

1 Give thanks to God ; he reigns above, 
Kind are his thoughts, his name is love ; 
His mercy ages past have known, 

And a^es lon^ to come shall own. 

2 Let the redeemed of the Lord 
The wonders of his grace record ; 
Israel, the nation whom he chose, 
And rescued from their mighty foes. 

3 He feeds and clothes us all the way, 
He guides our footsteps lest we stray, 
He guards us with a powerful hand, 
And brings us to the heavenly land. 

4 Oh, let the saints with joy record 
The truth and goodness of the Lord ! 
How great his works ! how kind his waj« ' 
Let every tongue pronounce his praise. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

174. Psalm 116. L. ^1 

1 Return, my soul, and sweetly rest 
On thy almighty Father's breast ; 
The bounties of his grace adore, 
And count his wondrous mercies o'er. 

2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath 
And snatched my fainting soul fro?*i 

death, 

Removed my sorrows, dried my tears, 
And saved me from surrounding snares. 
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3 What shall I render to the Lord, 
Or how his wondrous grace record ? 
To him my grateful voice I'll raise 
With just thanksgiving to his praise. 

4 O Zion ! in thy sacred courts, 
Where glory dwells and joy resorts, 
To notes divine I'll tune the song, 

And praise shall flow from every tongue. 

John A. Latrobe, 1850. 

175. Psalm 46. L. M. 

1 God is the refuge of his saints, 

When storms of sharp distress invade > 
Ere we can offer our complaints, 
Behold him present with his aid. 

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 

Down to the deep, and buried there ; 
Convulsions shake the solid world ; 
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar 

In sacred peace our souls abide, 
While every nation, every shore, 

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 

4 There is a stream whose gentle flow 

Supplies the city of our God; 
Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 
And watering our divine abode. 

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, 

Our grief allays, our fear controls ; 
Sweet peace thy promises afford, [souls. 
And give new strength to fainting 

6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 

Secure against a threatening hour ; 
Nor can her firm foundations move, 
Built on his truth,and armed with power 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 

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176. Psalm 18. L. M. 

1 No change of times shall ever shock 

My firm affections, Lord, to thee; 
For thou hast always been my Rock, 
A fortress and defence to me. 

2 Thou my deliverer art, God ; 

' My trust is in thy mighty power ; 
Thou art my shield from foes abroad ; 
At home, my safeguard and my tower, 

3 To thee will I address my prayer, 

To whom all praise we justly owe ; 
So shall I, by thy watchful care. 
Be guarded safe from every foe. 

4 Let the eternal Lord be praised, 

The Hock on whose defence I rest ! 
O'er highest heavens his name be raised, 
Who me with his salvation blest. 

5 Therefore, to celebrate his fame, 

My grateful voice to heaven I'll raise ; 
And nations, strangers to his name, 
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

177. Psalm 103. L. M. 

1 The Lord ! how wondrous are his ways ! 
How firm his truth ! how large his grace ! 
He takes his mercy for his throne, 

And thence he makes his glories known. 

2 Not half so high his power hath spread 
The starry heavens above our bead, 
As his rich love exceeds our praise, 
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 

3 .Not half so far hath nature placed 
The rising morning from the west, 
As his forgiving grace removes 
The daily guilt of those he loves. 

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4 How slowly doth his wrath arise ! 
On swifter wings salvation flies : 
Or, if he lets his anger burn, 
How soon his frowns to pity turn ! 

5 His everlasting love is sure 

To all his saints, and shall endure ; 
From age to age his truth shall reign, 
Nor children's children hope in vain. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

178. Psalm 36. L, »*. 

1 High in the heavens, eternal God, 

Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 
Thy truth shall break thro' every clou 1 
That vails and darkens thy designs. 

2 Forever firm thy justice stands, 

As mountains their foundations keep ; 
Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 

3 My God, how excellent thy grace, 

Whence all our hope and comfort 
springs ! 
The sons of Adam in distress 
Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 

4 From the provisions of thy house 

We shall be fed with sweet repast ; 
There mercy like a river flows, 
And brings salvation to our taste. 

5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 

Springs from the presence of the Lord 
And in thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promised in thy word. 

Isaac Watts, 17 19. 

179. Psalm 103. L. M. 

1 My soul, inspired with sacred love, 
God's holy name forever bless ! 
Of all his favors mindful prove, 

And still thy grateful thanks express. 
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2 The Lord abounds with tender love, 

And unexampled acts of grace ; 
His wakened wrath doth slowly move, 
His willing mercy flows apace. 

3 As high as heaven its arch extends 

Above this little spot of clay, 
So much his boundless grace transcends 
The best obedience we can pay. 

4 As far as 'tis from east to west, 

So far has he our sins removed, 
Who, with a father's tender breast, 
Has such as fear him always loved. 

5 Let every creature join to bless 

The mighty Lord ; and thou, my heart, 
With grateful joy thy thanks express, 
And in this concert bear thy part. 

Tate and Br adit, 1696, a . 

180. Psalm 136. L. M. 

1 My God, what monuments 1 see, 
In all around, of thine and thee ! 
I view thee in the heavens above ; 
More high than these is heavenly love. 

2 I mark the strong eternal hill, 
Thy faithfulness is stronger still ; 
I gaze on ocean deep and broad, 
More deep thy counsels are, O God. 

3 Oh, give me 'neath thy wings to rest ; 
To lean on thy parental breast ; 

To feed on thee, the living bread, 
And drink at mercy's fountain head ! 

4 The springs of life are all thine own, 
They flow from thy eternal throne ; 
Light in thy light alone we see ; 

Oh, save us, for we rest on thee ! 

H. F. Lyte, 1834, 

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181. Psalm 103. L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, awake my tongue ; 
My God demands the grateful song ; 
Let all my inmost' powers record 
The wondrous mercy of the Lord. 

2 Divinely free his mercy flows, 
Forgives my sins, allays my woes, 
And bids approaching death remove, 
And crowns me with indulgent love. 

3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, 
Forever shines, while time decays ; 
And children's children shall record % 
The truth and goodness of the Lord. 

4 While all his works his praise proclaim, 
And men and angels bless his name, 
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue 
Attend, and join the blissful song ! 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

182. L. M. 

1 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, 
To credit what the Almighty saith ! 
To embrace the message of his Son, 
And call the joys of heaven our own. 

2 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake, 
And all the wheels of nature break, 
Our steady souls would fear no more 
Than solid rocks when billows roar. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

183. ios. 

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
What more can he say than to you he hath said, 
Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled ? 

2 " Fear not, I am with thee ; oh, be not dismayed ! 
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to 

stand, 

Upheld bv my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
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3 u When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; 

For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

4 " When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, 
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; 
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design 
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold' to refine. 

5 u E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove 
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
And then, when gray hairs shall their temples 

adorn, 

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 

6 " The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose 
I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; [shake, 
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to 
I'll never, no never, no never forsake." 

K.—Ripports Selection, 

184. 

1 Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, 
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue; 
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, 
Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast. 

2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here, 
Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair ; 
But, through thy free goodness, my spirits revive, 
And he that first made me, still keeps me alive. 

3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, 
Which wonders to fe-el its own hardness depart; 
Dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground. 
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. 

4 Dear Father, thy merciful word is my all ; 
Thy promise supports me when ready to fall ; 
When enemies crowd, to cause doubt and despair ; 
I conquer them all by the spirit of prayer. 

5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell ; 
Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell; 
'Twas Jesus,my friend,when he hung on the tree, 
Who opened the channel of mercy for me. 

6 Great Father of mercies ! thy goodness I own, 
And the covenant love of thy crucified Son : 
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine 
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mi no 1 

John Stacker, 177^ 

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OOD, 



— HIS PROVIDENCE. 



185. Psalm 121. H. M. 

1 Upward I lift my eyes ; 
From God is all my aid ; 
The God who built the skies, 
And earth and nature made : 



His grace is nigh 
In every hour. 



God is the tower 
To which I fly ; 

2 My feet shall never slide, 
And fall in fatal snares, 
Since God, my guard and guide, 
Defends me from my fears : 



Shall Israel keep 
When dangers rise. 



Those wakeful eyes 
That never sleep 

3 No burning heats by day, 
Nor blasts of evening air, 
Shall take my breath away, 
If God be with me there : 



To guard my head 
By night or noon. 



Thou art my sun 
And thou my shade, 

4 Hast thou not gi\en thy word 
To save my soid from death? 
And I can trust my Lord 
To keep my mortal breath : 



I'll go and come, 
Nor fear to die, 



Till from on high 
Thou call me home. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 



186. H.M. 

1 The promises I sing, 

Which sovereign love hath spoke; 
Nor will th' eternal King 
His words of grace revoke : 



They stand secure 
And steadfast still : 



Not Zion's hill 
Abides so sure. 



The mountains melt away, 

When once the J udge appears 5 

And sun and moon decay 
That measure mortal years 5 
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But still the same. 
In radiant lines, 



The promise shines 
Thro' all the flame. 



3 Their harmony shall sound 
Through my attentive ears, 
When thunders cleave the ground 
And dissipate the spheres ; 



Midst all the shock 
Of that dread scene, 



I stand serene, 
Thy word my rock. 

Philip Doddridge, *755* 

187. C . M. 

1 Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme, 

And speak some boundless thing : 
The mighty works, or mightier name, 
Of our eternal King. 

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 

And sound his power abroad ; 
Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
And the performing God. 

3 His very word of grace is strong 

As that which built the skies ; 
The voice that rolls the stars along 
Speaks all the promises. 

4 Oh. might I hear thy heavenly tongue 

But whisper " Thou art mine ! 99 
Those gentle words would raise my song 
To notes almost divine. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

188. Psalm 33. C. M. 

1 Let all the just, to God with joy 

Their cheerful voices raise ; 
For well the righteous it becomes 
To sing glad songs of praise. 

2 For, faithful is the word of God ; 

His works with truth abound : 
He justices loves, and all the earth 
Is with his goodness crowned. 



GOD,— HIS PROVIDENCE. 

3 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees, 

Shall stand forever sure ; 
The settled purpose of his heart 
To ages shall endure. 

4 Our soul on God with patience waits ; 

Our help and shield is he : 
Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, 
Because we trust in thee. 

5 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, 

Do thou to us extend ; 
Since we, for all we want or wish, 
On thee alone depend. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 
• Psalm 89. C. M. 

1 My never-ceasing song shall show 

The mercies of the Lord, 
And make succeeding ages know 
How faithful is his word. 

2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce 

Shall firm as heaven endure ; 
And if he speaks a promise once, 
The eternal grace is sure. 

3 How long the race of David held 

The promised Jewish throne ! 
But there's a nobler covenant sealed 
To David's greater Son. 

4 His seed forever shall possess 

A throne above the skies ; 
The meanest subject of his grace 
Shall to that glory rise. 

5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways 

Are sung by saints above ; 
And saints on earth their honors raise 
To thy unchanging love. 

Isaac Watts, 17^ 

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GOD, —HIS PRO VID ENCE. 



1 0\J . 2 Samuel 23, 5. C. M. 

1 My God, the covenant of thy love 

Abides for ever sure, 
And in its matchless grace I feel 
My happiness secure. 

2 What though my house be not with thee. 

As nature could desire ; 
To nobler joys than nature gives, 
Thy servants all aspire. 

3 Since thou, the everlasting God, 

My Father art become ; 
Jesus, my guardian and my friend, 
And heaven my final home ; 

4 I welcome all thy sovereign will, 

For all that will is love ; 
And when I know not what thou dost, 
I wait the light above. 

5 Thy covenant the last accent claims 

Of this poor faltering tongue ; 
And that shall the first notes employ 
Of my celestial song. 

Philip Doddridge, *755- 

191. 

1 How rich thy favors, God of grace ! 

How various and divine ! 
Full as the ocean they are poured, 
And bright as heaven they shine. 

2 He to eternal glory calls, 

And leads the wondrous way 
To His own palace, where he reigns 
In uncreated day. 

3 Jesus, the herald of his love, 

Displays the radiant prize, 
And shows the purchase of his blood 
To our admiring eyes. 
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GOD,— HIS PROVIDENCE. 



4 He perfects what his hand begins, 

And stone on stone he lays, 
Till firm arid fair the building rise 
A temple to his praise. 

5 The songs of everlasting years 

That mercy shall attend, 
■ Which leads, thro' sufferings of an hour, 
To joys that never end. 

Philip Doddridge, 1 755- 
1^^2» c. M. 

1 The mercies of my God and King 

My tongue shall still pursue : 
Oh, happy they who, while they sing 
Those mercies, share them too ! 

2 As bright and lasting as the sun, 

As lofty as the sky, 
From age to age thy word shall run, 
And chance and change defy. 

3 The covenant of the King of kings 

Shall stand forever sure ; 
Beneath the shadow of thy wings 
Thy saints repose secure. 

4 Thine is the earth, and thine the skies, 

Created at thy will ; 
The waves at thy command arise, 
At thy command are still. 

5 In earth below, in heaven above, 

Who, who is Lord like thee ? 
Oh, spread the gospel of thy love 
Till all thy glories see. 

J5T. F. Lyte> 1834., 

193. Psalm 107. C. M. 

1 How are thy servants blessed, O Lord, 
How sure is their defence ! 
Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
Their help, Omnipotence. 
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2 In foreign realms and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care, 
Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne 

High on the broken wave, 
They know thou art not slow to hear, 
Xor impotent to save, 

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to thy will : 
The sea that roars at thy command, 
At thy command is still. 

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 

Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, 
And humbly hope for more. 

6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, 

Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
And death, when death shall be our lot, 
Shall join our souls to thee. 

Joseph Addison, jyi2, a. 

194. cm. 

1 When all thy mercies, my God, 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 

Thy tender care bestowed, 
Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flowed. 

3 When in the slippery paths of youth 

With heedless steps I ran, 
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 
And led me up to man. 

4 When worn with sickness oft hast thou 

With health renewed my face, 
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GOD, — HIS PRO VIDEXCE. 



And when in sin and sorrow sunk, 
Revived my soul with grace. 

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks employ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

6 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 

7 Through all eternity to thee 

A grateful song I'll raise : 
But, oh, eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 

Joseph Addison* i7 12 * 
19*). C. Id 

1 Thv goodness, Lord, our souls confess 

Thy goodness we adore : 
A spring whose blessings never fail ; 
A sea without a shore ! 

2 Sun, moon, and stars thy love attest 

In every cheerful ray ; 
Love draws the curtains of the night, 
And love restores the day. 

3 Thy bounty every season crowns 

With all the bliss it yields ; 
With joyful clusters bend the vines, 
With harvests wave the fields. 

4 But chiefly thy compassions, Lord, 

Are in the gospel seen ; 
There, like the sun, thy mercy shines, 
Without a cloud between. 

5 Thy Son, thy noblest, richest gift, 

Was from thy bosom sent. 
To bear from off our guilty world 
Its load of punishment. 
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GOD,— HIS PROVIDENCE. 

6 Pardon, acceptance, peace, and joy 

Are published in his name ; 
Ours is the life, the glory ours, 
And his the death and shame. 

7 Of sovereign grace, how wide the reign 

How strong the current rolls, 
That bears to heaven's unbounded bliss 
Our hell-deserving souls ! 

Thomas Gibbons, *7 S 4* 

• Gen. xxviii. 20-22. C. 

1 O God of Bethel, by whose hand 

Thy people still are fed ; 
Who through this weary pilgrimage 
Hast all our fathers led ; 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 

Before thy throne of grace : 
Gockof our fathers, be the God 
Of their succeeding race. 

3 Through each perplexing path of life 

Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment tit provide. 

4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around, 

Till all our wanderings cease, 
And at our Father's loved abode 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

6 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 
Our humble prayers implore ; 
And thou shalt be our chosen God, 
And portion evermore. 

Doddridge, 1737 ; alt. by J. Logan, or M. Bmtce, 1781. 

• Psalm 34. C. M. 

1 Through all the changing scenes of life. 
In trouble and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 
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GOD, — HIS PROVIDENCE. 



2 Of his deliverance I will boast, 

Till all who are distressed, 
From my example comfort take, 
And charm their griefs to rest. 

3 Oh, magnify the Lord with me, 

With me exalt his name ! 
When in distress to him I called, 
He to my rescue came. 

4 Oh, make but trial of his love : 

Experience will decide 
How blest are they, and only they, 
Who in his truth confide. 

5 Fear him, ye saints, and ye will then 

Have nothing else to fear ; 
Make you his service your delight. 
Your wants shall be his care. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

198. 

1 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, 

A rock that cannot move ; * 
A thousand promises declare 
Thy constancy of love. 

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; 

Thou dost with sinners bear ; 
That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, 
And all thy grace declare. 

3 Its streams the whole creation reach, 

So plenteous is the store ; 
Enough for all, enough for each, 
Enough for evermore. 

4 Throughout the universe it reigns, 

Unalterably sure ; 
And while the truth of God remains, 
The goodness shall endure. 

Charles Wesley, 1708-1788. 

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Psalm 103. S. M. 

1 My soul, repeat his praise, 

Whose mercies are so great ; 
Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
So ready to abate. 

2 God will not always chide ; 

And when his strokes are felt, 
His strokes are fewer than our crimes, 
And lighter than our guilt. 

3 High as the heavens are raised 

Above the ground we tread, 
So far the riches of his grace 
Our highest thoughts exceed. 

4 His power subdues our sins, 

And his forgiving love, 
Far as the east is from the west, 
Doth all our guilt remove. 

5 The pity of the Lord 

To those that fear his name, 
Is such as tender parents feel ; 
He knows our feeble frame. 

6 He knows we are but dust, 

Scattered by every breath ; 
His anger, like a rising wind, 
Can send us swift to death. 

7 Our days are as the grass, 

Or like the morning flower ; 
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
It withers in an hour. 

8 But thy compassions, Lord, 

To endless years endure; 
And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. 

Isaac Watts, i7*9- 

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200. Psalm 103. S. M. 

1 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 

Let all within me join, 
And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
Whose favors are divine. 

2 Oh, biess the Lord, my soul ! 

Nor let his mercies lie 
Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
And without praises die. 

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins ; 

'Tis he relieves thy pain*; 
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, 
And makes thee young again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 

When ransomed from the grave ; 
He, who redeemed my soul from hell, 
Hath sovereign power to save. 

5 He fills the poor with good ; 

He gives the sufferers rest : 
The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
And justice for th' oppressed. 

6 His wondrous works and ways 

He made by Moses known ; 
But sent the world his truth and grace 
By his beloved Son. 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 

201. Psalm 91. 8s & 7s. 

1 Call Jehovah thy salvation ; 

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade ; 
In his secret habitation 

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed. 

2 There no tumult can alarm thee, 

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
In eternal safeguard there. 
138 



GOD,— HIS PROVIDENCE. 



3 From the sword at noonday wasting 

From the noisome pestilence, 
In the depth of midnight blasting, 
God shall be thy sure defence. 

4 He shall charge his angel legions 

Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, 
Though thou walk through hostile 
regions, 

Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 

5 Since with firm and pure affection 

Thou on God hast set thy love, 
With the wings of his protection 
He will shield thee from above. 

6 Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 

He will hearken, he will save ; 
Here for grief reward thee double, 
Crown with life beyond the grave. 

James Montgomery, 1822. 
202. 8s&7s. 

1 God is love ; his mercy brightens 

All the path in which we rove ; 
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

2 Chance and change are busy ever; 

Man decays, and ages move; 
But his mercy waneth never ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth, 

Will his changeless goodness prove ; 
From the gloom his brightness streameth * 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

4 He with earthly cares entwineth 

Hope and comfort from above : 
Everywhere his glory shineth; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

Sir John Bowrmg, 1825. 

139 



G9D, — HIS PROVIDEXCE. 



• Psalm: 23. 7s. 

1 To thy pastures fair and large. 
Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge ; 
And my couch, with tend'rest care, 
'3Iid the springing grass j^repare. 

2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
To the streams that, still and slow. 
Through the verdant meadows flow. 

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread. 

By the shades of death o'erspread, 
With thy rod and staff supplied. 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Constant to my latest end, 
Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; 
Thou shalt bid thy hallowed dome 
Yield me an eternal home. 

James Merrick, 1765. 

• Psalm 23. L. M. 

1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noonday walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary, wandering steps he leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread. 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill. 
For thou, Lord, art with me still ; 

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GOD,— HIS PROVIDENCE. 



Thy friendly rod shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

4 Though in a / bare and rugged way 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile ; 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden greens and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

Joseph Addison, *7 12 ' 

to/ 

O . Psalm 23. S. M. 

1 The Lord my Shepherd is, 

I shall be well supplied ; 
Since he is mine, and I am his, 
What can I want beside ? 

2 He leads me to the place 

Where heavenly pasture grows, 
Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim ; 
And guides me in his own right way, 
For his most holy name. 

4 While he affords his aid, 

I cannot yield to fear ; [dark shade, 
Though I should walk through death's 
My Shepherd's with me there. 

5 In spite of all my foes, 

Thou dost my table spread; 
My cup with blessings overflows, 
And joy exalts my head. 

6 The bounties of thy love 

Shall crown my following days ; 
Nor from thy house will I remove, 
Nor cease to speak thy praise. 

Isaac Watts, i7 I( > 

141 



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Psalm 23. C. 

1 My Shepherd will supply my need ; 

Jehovah is his name ; 
In pastures fresh he makes me feed, 
Beside the living stream. 

2 He brings my wandering spirit back, 

When I forsake his ways ; 
And leads me, for his mercy's sake, 
In paths of truth and grace. 

3 When I walk through the shades of death, 

Thy presence is my stay ; 
A word of thy supporting breath 
Drives all my fears away. 

4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, 

Doth still my table spread ; 
My cup with blessings overflows ; 
Thine oil anoints my head. 

5 The sure provisions of my God 

Attend me all my days ; 
Oh, may thine house be mine abode, 
And all my works be praise. 

6 There would I find a settled rest, 

While others go and come ; 
No more a stranger or a guest, 
But like a child at home. 

Isaac fratts, *7°9- 

207. 

1 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, 

A grateful song I'll raise ; 
Oh, let the feeblest of thy flock 
Attempt to speak thy praise ! 

2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe 

To thine amazing love; 
Ten thousand thousand comforts here, 
And nobler bliss above. 

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CHRIST,-HIS ADVENT. 



3 To thee my trembling spirit flies, 

With sin and grief oppressed ; 
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, 
And lulls my cares to rest. 

4 Nay, should I walk thro' death's dark vale 

With double horrors spread, 
Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps, 
And guard my drooping head. 

5 Lead on, dear Shepherd ; led by thee, 

No evil shall I fear : 
Soon shall I reach thy fold above, 
And praise thee better there. 

Ottiwell Hegiribotham, 17^5- 

CHRIST -HIS ADVENT. 

20'5. C. M. 

1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, 

The Saviour promised long; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 He comes the prisoners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

3 He comes from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray, 
And on the eyeballs of tire blind 
To pour celestial day. 

4 He comes the broken heart to bind ; 

The bleeding soul to cure ; 
And, with the treasures of his grace, 
To enrich the humble poor. 

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim, 

143 



CHRIST,-HIS ADVENT. 



And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

Philip Doddridge, 17 35' 

209. Psalm 98. C. M. 

1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! 

Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; 

Let men their songs employ ; [plains 
While fields, and floods, rocks, hills, and 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 

Isaac Watts, ^7 X 9' 

210. C. M. 

1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, 

We wretched sinners lay, 
Without one cheerful beam of hope, 
Or spark of glimmering day. 

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief ; 
He saw, and, oh, amazing love ! 
He ran to our relief. 

3 Down from the shining seats above 

With joyful haste he fled, 
Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

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CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 



4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus. 

And brake our iron chains ; 
Jesus has freed our captive souls 
From everlasting pains. 

5 Oh, for his love, let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break, 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

Isaac Watts, *7°9- 
211. Isaiah ix. 1-7. O. ML 

1 The race that long in darkness pined 

Have seen a glorious Light ; 
The people dwell in day. who dwelt 
In death's surrounding night. 

2 To hail thy rise, thou better Sun, 

The gathering nations come. 
Joyous as when the reapers bear 
The harvest-treasures home. 

3 For thou our burden hast removed, 

And quelled th' oppressor's & way, 
Quick as the slaughtered squadr us fell 
In Midian's evil day. 

4 To us a Child of hope is born, 

To us a Son is given ; 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
Him all the hosts of heaven. 

5 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 

For evermore adored ; 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The great and mighty Lord ! 

6 His power, increasing, still shall spread 

His reign no end shall know ; 
Justice shall guard his throne above, 
And peace abound below. 

John Morrison, I77°* 

145 



CHRIST,-HIS ADVENT. 



Z 1 ~ . CM. 

1 Mortals, awake, with angels join, 

And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
To hail the auspicious day. 

2 In heaven the rapturous song began ; 

And sweet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining legions ran, 
And strung and tuned the lyre. 

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 

And loud the echo rolled ; 
The theme, the song, the joy was new, 
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 

4 Down from the portals of the sky 

The impetuous torrent ran; 
And angels flew, with eager joy, 
To bear the news to man. 

5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 

And glory leads the song ; 
Good-will and peace are heard throughout 
The harmonious heavenly throng. 

6 Oh, for a glance of heavenly love, 

Our hearts and songs to raise, 
Sweetly to bear our souls above, 
And mingle with their lays ! 

7 With joy the chorus we repeat, 

" Glory to God on high ! 
Good-will and peace are now complete ; 
Jesus was born to die." 

8 Hail, Prince of life ! forever hail, 

Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail, 
Thy praise shall never end. 

Samuel Medley, 1 7 8 7» 

146 



CHRIST, — HIS ADVENT. 

213. c. m. 

1 Awake, awake the sacred song 

To our incarnate Lord ! 
Let every heart and every tongue, 
Adore th' eternal Word. 

2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, 

By whom the worlds were made, 
Oh, happy morn ! illustrious hour ! 
Was once in flesh arrayed. 

3 Then shone almighty power and love, 

In all their glorious forms, 
When Jesus left his throne above, 
To dwell with sinful worms. 

4 Adoring angels tuned their songs 

To hail the joyful day ; 
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues 
Their grateful worship pay. 

Anne Steele, 176°* 
214:. CM. 

1 While shepherds watched their flocks 

by night, 
All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 " Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind, — 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
To you and all mankind. 

3 " To you, in David's town, this day, 

Is born of David's line 
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; 
And this shall be the sign : 

4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find 

To human view displayed, 
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid." 
147 



CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 



5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith 

Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels praising God, and thus 
Addressed their joyful song: 

6 " All glory be to God on high. 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men 
Begin, and never cease ! " 

Nahum Tate, i7°3- 

1 Bright was the guiding star that led, 

With mild, benignant ray. 
The Gentiles to the lowly shed 
Where the Redeemer lay. 

2 But, lo ! a brighter, clearer light 

Xow points to his abode ; 
It shines through sin and sorrow's night, 
To guide us to our God. 

3 Oh. haste to follow where it leads ; 

The gracious call obey, 
Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, 
The Christian's destined way. 

4 Oh. gladly tread the narrow path,^ 

While light and grace are given ; 
Who meekly follow Christ on earth 
Shall reign with him in heaven. 

Harriet Aubsr, 1829. 
216. 8 3 &7s. 

1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 

Sweetly warbling through the skies ? 
Sure, the angelic host rejoices ; 
Loudest hallelujahs rise. 

2 Listen to the wondrous story, 

Which they chant in hymns of joy ; 
" Glory in the highest, glory ! 
Glorv be to God most high ! 
US 



CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 



3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found; 
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ! 
Loud our golden harps shall sound. 

4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; 

Heaven and earth his praises sing ! 
Glad receive whom God appointed 
For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! 

5 " Hasten, mortals, to adore him ; 

Learn his name, and taste his joy : 
Till in heaven you sing before him, 
<• Glory be to God most high ! ' " 

6 Let us learn the wondrous story 

Of our great Redeemer's birth ; 
Spread the brightness of his glory 
Till it cover all the earth. 

John Caii-ood, 1819. 
2 1 f . 8s & 7s. 

1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, 

Born to set thy people free ; 
From our fears and sins release us, 
Let us find our rest in thee. 

2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 

Hope of all the earth thou art ; 
Dear desire of every nation, 
Joy of every longing heart. 

3 Born thy people to deliver, 

Born a child, and yet a King, 
Born to reign in us forever, 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-sufficient merit, 
Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

Charles Wesley, 17 44- 

149 



CHRIST,— BIS ADVENT. 



218. 8s & 7s. 

1 Angels, from the realms of glory, 

Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; 
Ye, who sang creation's story, 

Now proclaim Messiah's birth : 
Come and worship, 

Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

2 Shepherds in the field abiding, 

Watching o'er your flocks by night, 
God with man is now residing ; 

Yonder shines the heavenly light : 
Come and worship, etc. 

3 Saints before the altar bending, 

Watching long in hope and fear, 
Suddenly the Lord, descending, 

In his temple shall appear : 
Come and worship, etc. 

4 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, 

Doomed for guilt to endless pains, 
Justice now revokes the sentence ; 

Mercy calls you ; break your chains : 
Come and worship, etc. 

James Montgomery, 1819. 

219. lis & 10s. 

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the; morning 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; 

Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall 
Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 

.3 Sav, shall we yield him in costly devotion, 
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ? 
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the ininel 
150 



CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 



Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 

Vainly with gold would his favor secure : 

Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration; 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

Reginald Heber, 1811. 



220. 



lis & 10s. 

1 Zion, the marvellous story be telling, 

The Son of the highest, how lowly his birth ! 
The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. 

2 Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, 

The heart-cheering news let the earth echo 
round ; 

How free to the faithful he offers salvation, 
How his people with joy everlasting are 
crowned. 



3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, 
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; 
Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing; [skies. 
One chorus resound through the earth and the 

TV. A. Muhlenberg, 1823. 
• Isaiah xxi. 11. 

1 Watchman, tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are. 
Traveller, o'er yon mountain height 

See that glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman, does its beauteous ray 

Aught of joy or hope foretell ? 
Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman, tell us of the night ; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Traveller, blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth its course portends. 
Watchman, will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller, ages are its own ; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth ! 
151 



CHRIST t -HIS ADVENT. 

3 "Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn. 
Traveller, darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home ! 
Traveller, lo ! the Prince of peace, 

Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 

Sir John Bowring, 1823. 

222. 7s. Double. 

1 Let the earth now praise the Lord, 
Who hath truly kept his word, 
And the sinner's Help and Friend 
Now at last to us doth send. 
What the fathers most desired, 
What the prophets' hearts inspired, 
What they longed for many a year, 
Stands fulfilled in glory here. 

2 Abram's promised great reward, 
Zion's helper, Jacob's Lord, 
Him of twofold race, behold ; 
Truly come, as long foretold. 
Welcome, O my Saviour now ! 
Hail ! my portion, Lord, art thou ! 
Here, too, in my heart I pray : 
Oh, prepare thyself a way ! 

3 Enter, King of glory, in ; 
Purify the wastes of sin, 
As thou hast so often done ; 
This belongs to thee alone. 
And when thou dost come again, 
As a glorious King to reign, 

I with joy may see thy face, 
Freely ransomed by thy grace. 

H. Held, 1643 ; t,\ by C. Winkiportit, 1862. 
152 



CHRIST,— HIS AD TEXT. 



223. 

1 As with gladness men of old 
Did the guiding star behold; 

As with joy they hailed its light, 
Leading onward beaming bright ; 
So, most gracious God, may we 
Evermore be led by thee. 

2 As with joyful steps they sped 
To that lowly manger-bed, 
There to bend the knee before 
Him whom heaven and earth adore? 
So may we with willing feet 

Ever seek thy mercy-seat. 

3 As they offered gifts most rare 
At that manger rude and bare ; 
So may we with holy joy, 
Pure, and free from sin's alloy, 
All our costliest treasures bring, 
Christ, to thee, our heavenly King. 

4 Holy Jesus ! every day 
Keep us in the narrow way ; 
And, when earthly things are past, 
Bring our ransomed souls at last 
Where they need no star to guide, 
Where no clouds thy glory hide. 

5 In the heavenly country bright 
Need they no created light ; 
Thou its light, its joy, its crown, 
Thou its Sun, which goes not down ; 
There forever may we sing 
Hallelujahs to our King. 

William Chatterton Dix, i860. 

224. 7s. Double, 

1 Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
Glory to the new-born King ! 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
God and sinners reconciled ! 
153 



CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 

Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies ; 
Universal nature say, 
Christ the Lord is born to-day ! 

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; 
Christ, the everlasting Lord ; 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of a virgin's womb : 
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see ; 
Hail, the Incarnate Deity, 
Pleased as man with men to appear, 
Jesus, our Immanuel here ! 

3 Hail ! the heavenly Prince of peace 
Hail ! the Sun of righteousness ! 
Light and life to all he brings, 
Risen with healing in his wings. 
Mild he lays his glory by, 

Born that man no more may die, 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 

4 Come, desire of nations, come, 
Fix in us thy humble home ! 
Rise, the woman's conquering seed, 
Bruise in us the serpent's head ! 
Now display thy saving power, 
Ruined nature now restore, 

Now in mystic union join 
Thine to ours, and ours to thine ! 

5 Adam's likeness, Lord, efface ; 
Stamp thy image in its place ; 
Second Adam from above, 
Reinstate us in thy love ! 

Let us thee, though lost, regain, 
Thee, the Life, the heavenly Man : 
Oh, to all thyself impart, 
Formed in each believing heart ! 

C. Wesley, 2739; alt. by Martin Madmh i7&> 
154 



CHRIST, — HIS ADVENT. 



22o. l. m. 

1 When Jordan hushed his waters still, 
And silence slept on Zion's hill ; 
When Salem's shepherds thro' the night 
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light ; 

2 Hark ! from the midnight hills around, 
A voice of more than mortal sound 
In distant hallelujahs stole, 

Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul. 

3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, 
The glorious hosts of Zion came ; 
High heaven with songs of triumph rung, 
While thus they struck their harps and 

sung: 

4 " Zion, lift thy raptured eye ; 
The long-expected hour i3 nigh ; 
The joys of nature rise again, 

The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 

5 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart, 
Bids Satan and his host depart ; 
Again the Days*ar gilds the gloom, 
Again the bowers of Eden bloom." 

6 O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye ; 
The long-expected hour is nigh ; 
The joys of nature rise again : 

The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 

Thomas Campbell, 1799* 

226. l .m. 

1 Ox Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry 
Announces that tbe Lord is nigh ; 
Come, then, and hearken, for he brings 
Glad tidings from the King of kings. 

2 Then cleansed be every Christian breast, 
And furnished for so great a guest ! 
Yea, let us each ou^ heart 51 prepare 
For Christ to come and enter there. 

155 



CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 



3 For thou art our salvation, Lord, 
Our refuge, and our great reward ; 
Without thy grace, our souls must fade, 
And wither like a flower decayed. 

4 Stretch forth thy hand to heal our sore, 
And make us rise, to fall no more ; 
Once more upon thy people shine, 
And fill the world with love divine. 

5 To Him who left the throne of heaven 
To save mankind, all praise be given ! 
Like praise be to the Father done, 
And Holy Spirit, Three in One ! 

Tr.from the Latin by J. Chandler, 1837. 

227. John iii. 16-18. L. M. 

1 Not to condemn the sons of men 

Did Christ the Son of God appear ; 
No weapons in his hands are seen, 
No flaming sword nor thunder there. 

2 Such was the pity of our God, 

He loved the race of man so well, 
He sent his Son to bear our load 

Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 

3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ; 

Trust in his mighty name, and live : 
A thousand joys his lips afford, 

His hands a thousand blessings give. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

228. L. M. 

1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates ! 
Behold, the King of glory waits ; 
The King of kings is drawing near, 
The Saviour of the world is here. 

2 The Lord is just, a helper tried, 
Mercy is ever at his side ; 

His kingly crown is holiness ; 
His sceptre, pity in distress 
156 



CHRIST,— HIS ADVENT. 

3 Oh, blest the land, the city blest, 
Where Christ the ruler is confessed ! 
Oh, happy hearts and happy homes, 
To whom this King of triumph comes. 

4 Fling wide the portals of your heart, 
Make it a temple set apart 

From earthly use for heaven's employ, 
Adorned with prayer and love and joy. 

5 Redeemer, come ! I open wide 

My heart to thee : here, Lord, abide ! 
Let me thy inner presence feel ; 
Thy grace and love in me reveal. 

6 So come, my Sovereign, enter in ; 
Let new and nobler life begin : 
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, 
Until the glorious crown be won. 

George Weissel, 1630. 

229. l, m. 

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 

From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When listening thousands gathered round, 
And joy and reverence filled the place ! 

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, 

To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
Unvailing an immortal day. 

3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home; 

Come, all ye weary ones, and rest ; " 
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 

Sir John Bowring, 1825. 

230. l. m. 

1 All praise to thee, eternal Lord, 
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood ; 
Choosing a manger for thy throne, 
While worlds on worlds are thine alone ! 

157 



CHRIST,-HIS LIFE. 

2 Once did the skies before thee bow ; 
A virgin's arms contain thee now ; 
Angels, who did in thee rejoice, 
Now listen for thine infant voice. 

3 A little child, thou art our guest, 
That weary ones in thee may rest ; 
Forlorn and lowly is thy birth, 

That we may rise to heaven from earth. 

4 Thou comest in the darksome night 
To make us children of the light ; 
To make us, in the realms divine, 

Like thine own angels round thee shine. 

5 All this for us thy love hath done ; 
By this to thee our love is won ; 
For this we tune our cheerful lays, 
And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. 

Martin Luther, r 5 2 3' 

CHRIST -HIS LIFE. 

231. L. M. 

1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 
I read my duty in thy word ; 
But in thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
Such deference to thy Father's will, 
Such love and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; 
The desert thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 

4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 
More of thy gracious image here : 

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Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Among the followers of the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

232. l. m. 

1 When, like a stranger on our sphere, 
The lowly Jesus wandered here, 
Where'er he went, affliction fled, 
And sickness reared her fainting head. 

2 The eye that rolled in irksome night 
Beheld his face, for God is light ; 
The opening ear, the loosened tongue, 
His precepts heard, his praises sung. 

3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame 
To hail their great deliverer came ; 
O'er the cold grave he bowed his head, 
He spake the word, and rais.ed the dead. 

4 Despairing madness, dark and wild, 
In his inspiring presence smiled ; 
The storm of horror ceased to roll, 
And reason lightened through the soul. 

5 Through paths of loving-kindness led, 
Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread ; 
To all with willing hands dispense 

The gifts of our benevolence. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

233. l. m. 

1 How beauteous were the marks divine 
That in thy meekness used to shine, 
That lit thy lonely pathway trod 

In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 

2 Oh. who like thee, so calm, so bright, 
Thou God of god, thou Light of light ; 
Oh. who like thee did ever go 

So patient through a world of woe ? 

3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore 
The scorn, the scoffs of men. before? 

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So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, 
So glorious in humility ? 

4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free, 
Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee ; 
Yet love through all thy torture glowed, 
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 

5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go, 
Illuming all my way of woe ! 
And give me ever on the road 

To trace thy footsteps, Son of God ! 

Arthur C. Coxe, 1838. 

234. c. m. 

1 Behold, where in the Friend of man 

Appears each grace divine ! 
The virtues, all in Jesus met, 
With mildest radiance shine. 

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, 

To give the mourner joy, 
To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
Was his divine employ. 

3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends 

A friend and servant found : 
He washed their feet, he wiped their tears, 
And healed each bleeding wound. 

4 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, 

Patient and meek he stood ; 
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life ; 
He labored for their good. 

5 In the last hour of deep distress, 

Before his Father's throne, 
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said, 
" Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 

6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ; 

His image may we bear ; 
Oh, may we tread his holy steps, 
And his bright glories share ! 

William Enfield, ^77°' 

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2o»j. C. M. 

1 O Lord, when we the path retrace 

Which thou on earth hast trod ; 
To man thy wondrous love and grace, 
Thy faithfulness to God : 

2 Thy love, by man so sorely tried, 

Proved stronger than the grave ; 
The very spear that pierced thy side 
Drew forth the blood to save. 

3 Faithful amid unfaithfulness, 

'Midst darkness only light, 
Thou didst thy Father's name confess, 
And in his will delight. 

4 Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles, 

Or suffering, shame, and loss, 
Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles, 
Led only to the cross. 

5 O Lord, with sorrow and with shame, 

We meekly would confess 
How little we, who bear thy name, 
Thy mind, thy ways express. 

6 Give us thy meek, thy lowly mind ; 

We would obedient be, 
And all our rest and pleasure find 
In fellowship with thee. 

James G. Deck, 1838. 

236. Matt. xvii. 1-9. L. M. 

1 O wondrous type, O vision fair 
Of glory that the church shall share, 
Which Christ upon the mountain shows, 
Where brighter than the sun he glows ! 

2 From age to age the tale declare, 
How with the three disciples there, 
Where Moses and Elias meet, 

The Lord holds converse high and sweet. 

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3 The Law and Prophets there have place, 
Two chosen witnesses of grace ; 

The Father's voice from out the cloud 
Proclaimed his only Son aloud. 

4 With shining face and bright array, 
Christ deigns to manifest to-day, 
What glory shall be theirs above 
Who joy in God with perfect love. 

5 And faithful hearts are raised on high 
By this great vision's mystery ; 

For which in joyful strains we raise 
The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise. 

6 Father, with the eternal Son, 
And Holy Spirit, ever one, 
Vouchsafe to bring us by thy grace 
To see thy glory face to face. 

Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale, 1851. 

237. Matt. xxi. 1-10. L. M. 

1 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
Hark ! all the tribes Hosanna cry ! 
Thine humble beast pursues his road, 
With palms and scattered garments 

strewed. 

2 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp ride on to die ! 

O Christ ! thy triumphs now begin 
O'er captive death and conquered sin. 

3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
The winged squadrons of the sky 
Look down with sad and wondering eyes 
To see the approaching sacrifice. 

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ; 
The Father on his sapphire throne 
Expects his own anointed Son. 

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5 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp ride on to die ! 
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain ! 
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign! 

Henry Hart Milman, 1827. 

CHRIST,-HIS SUFFERINGS 
AND DEATH. 

238. Matt, xxiii. 36. L. M. 

1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow, 

The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 
'Tis midnight ; in the garden now 
The suffering Saviour prays alone. 

2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, 

Immanuel wrestles lone with fears ; 
E'en that disciple whom he loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt, 

The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; 
Yet he, who hath in anguish knelt, 
Is not forsaken by his God. 

4 'Tis midnight ; and from ether plains 

Is borne the song that angels know : 
Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 

William B. Tappan, 1819. 

239. 7s. 

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, 

Ye that feel the tempter's power ; 
Your Redeemer's conflict see : 

Watch with him one bitter hour : 
Turn not from his griefs away ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall ; 

View the Lord of life arraigned. 
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Oh the wormwood and the gall ! 

Oh the pangs his soul sustained ! 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss : 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 

There, adoring at his feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete. 
" It is finished ! " hear him cry ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid his breathless clay ; 
All is solitude and gloom : 

Who hath taken him away? 
Christ is risen, he seeks the skies ; 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 

James Montgomery, 1822. 

240. 

1 Wouldst thou learn the depth of sin, 

All its bitterness and pain? 
What it cost thy God to win 

Sinners to himself again ? 
Come, poor sinner, come with me ; 
Visit sad Gethsemane. 

2 Wouldst thou know God's wondrous love? 

Seek it not beside the throne ; 
List not angels' praise above ; 

Come and hear the heavy groan 
By the Godhead heaved for thee, 
Sinner, in Gethsemane. 

3 When his tears and bloody sweat, 

When his passion and his prayer, 
When his pangs on Olivet 

Wake within thee thoughts of care, 
Think, O sinner, 'twas for thee 
H3 suffered in Gethsemane. 
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4 Hate the sin that cost so dear ; 

Love the God that loved thee so ; 
Weep thou must, but likewise fear 

Lest that fountain freshly flow, 
That once freely gushed for thee 
In sorrowful Gethsemane. 

John S. B. Monsell, 1863, a. 

241. 

1 er whelmed in depths of woe, 

Upon the tree of scorn 
Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, 
With racking anguish torn. 

2 See how the nails those hands 

And feet so tender rend ; 
See down his face, and neck, and breast, 
His sacred blood descend. 

3 Hark ! with what awful cry 

His spirit takes its flight ; 
That cry, it pierced his mother's heart, 
And whelmed her soul in night. 

4 Earth hears, and trembling quakes 

Around that tree of pain ; 
The rocks are rent ; the graves are burst ; 
The vail is rent in twain. 

5 The sun withdraws his light ; 

The mid-day heavens grow pale ; 
The moon, the stars, the universe, 
Their Maker's death bewail. 

6 Shall man alone be mute ? 

Come, youth and hoary hairs, 
Come rich and poor, come all mankind, 
And bathe those feet in tears. 

7 Come, fall before his cross, 

Who shed for us his blood ; 
Who died, the victim of pure love, 
To make us sons of God. 
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CHRIST— HIS SUFFERINGS AXD DEATH. 



8 Jesus, all praise to thee, 

Our joy and endless rest ; 
Be thou our guide while pilgrims here, 
Our crown amid the blest. 

Translated from the Latin by Edward Casicall, i%49* 

242. 

1 Behold the amazing sight, 

The Saviour lifted high, 
Behold the Son of God's delight 
Expire in agony. 

2 For whom, for whom, my heart. 

Were all these sorrows borne? 
Why did he feel that piercing smart, 
And meet that various scorn ? 

3 For love of us he bled, 

And all in torture died ; 
'Twas love that bowed his fainting head. 
And oped his gushing side. 

4 I see, and I adore 

In sympathy of love ; 
I feel the strong, attractive power 
To lift my soul above. 

5 Drawn by such cords as these, 

Let all the earth combine, 
With cheerful ardor, to confess 
The energy divine. 

6 In thee our hearts unite, 

Nor share thy griefs alone, 
But from thy cross pursue their flight 
To thy triumphant throne. 

Philip Doddridge, i737« 

243. 

1 To Calv'ry, Lord, in spirit now 
Our weary souls repair, 
To dwell upon thy dying love, 
And taste its sweetness there. 
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CHRIST-HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 



2 Sweet resting-place of every heart 

That feels the plague of sin, 
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy, 
The peace of God within. 

3 Dear suffering Lamb! thy bleeding 

With cords of love divine, [wounds, 
Have drawn our willing hearts to thee, 
And linked our life with thine. 

4 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours; 

Dear Lord, we wait to see 
Creation, all, — below, above, — 
Redeemed and blest by thee. 

5 Our longing eyes would fain behold 

That bright and blessed brow, 
Once wrung with bitt'rest anguish, wear 
Its crown of glory now. 

6 Why linger, then ? Come, Saviour, come, 

Responsive to our call ! 
Come, claim thine ancient power and reign 
The heir and Lord of all. 

Sir Edward Denny, 1S39. 
24:4. C. M. 

1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 

And did my Sovereign die? 
Would he devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Was it for crimes that I had done 

He groaned upon the tree ? 
Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in, 
When God, the mighty Maker, died 
For man, the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 

While his dear cross appears, 
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CHRIST,— HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 



Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt mine eyes to tears ! 

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
The debt of love I owe ; 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
'Tis all that I can do. 

Isaac Watts, r 7°9- 

245. c. m. 

1 In evil long I took delight, 

Unawed by shame or fear, 
Till a new object struck my sight, 
And stopped my wild career : 

2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 

In agonies and blood, 
Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 
As near his cross I stood. 

3 Sure never tiii my latest breath 

Can I forget that look : 
It seemed to charge me with his death, 
Though not a word he spoke. 

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, 

And plunged me in despair ; 
I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
And helped to nail him there. 

5 Alas ! I knew not what I did ! 

But now my tears are vain : 
Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? 
For I the Lord have slain ! 

6 A second look he gave, which said, 

" I freely all forgive ; 
This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
I die that thou may'st live." 

7 Thus, while his death my sin displays 

In all its blackest hue, 
Such is the mystery of grace, 
It seals my pardon too. 

John Newton, *779- 

168 



CHRIST— HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 



246. 

L Oppressed with noon-day's scorching 
To yonder cross I flee, [heat, 
Beneath its shelter take my seat : 
No shade like this for me ! 

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst, 

A fountain sparkling free ; 
And there I quench my desert thirst : 
No spring like this for me ! 

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 

Beneath this spreading tree; 
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent : 
No home like this for me ! 

4 For burdened ones a resting-place 

Beside that cross I see ; 
Here I cast off my weariness : 
No rest like this for me ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1857. 

24 ( . c. m. 

1 Jesus ! sweet the tears I shed, 

While at thy cross I kneel, 
Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, 
And all thy sorrows feel. 

2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, 

This heart so hard before ; 
I hear thee for the guilty plead, 
And grief o'erflows the more. 

3 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die, 

And I a sinner stand : 
What love speaks from thy dying eye, 
And from each pierced hand ! 

4 I know this cleansing blood of thine 

Was shed, dear Lord, for me ; 
For me, for all — oh, grace divine !- — 
Who look by faith on thee. 
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5 O Christ of God ! spotless Lamb ! 

By love my soul is drawn; 
Henceforth forever thine I am ; 
Here life and peace are born. 

6 In patient hope the cross I'll bear, 

Thine arm shall be my stay ; 
And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare 
On thy great judgment-day. 

Ray Palmer, 1867. 

248. L . m. 

1 When I survey the wondrous cross 

On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 

Save in the death of Christ my God : 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to his blood. 

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 

Spreads o'er his body on the tree ; 
Then I am dead to all the globe, 
And all the globe is dead to me. 

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 

That were a present far too small ; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my life, my all! 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

249. 

1 We sing the praise of Him who died, 
Of him who died upon the cross : 
The sinner's hope let men deride ; 
For this we count the world but loss. 
170 



CHRIST— HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see 

The shining letters, God is Love ; 
He bears our sins upon the tree, 
He brings us mercy from above. 

3 The cross ! it takes our guilt away ; 

It holds the fainting spirit up ; 
It cheers with hope the gloomy day, 
And sweetens every bitter cup. 

4 It makes the coward spirit brave, 

And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; 
It takes its terror from the grave, 

And gilds the bed of death with light ; 

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, 

The measure and the pledge of love ; 
The sinner's refuge here below, 

The angels' theme in heaven above ! 

Thomas Kelly, 1820. 

2o0. L. M. 

1 Nature with open volume stands 

To spread her Makers praise abroad ; 
And every labor of his hands 

Shows something worthy of a God. 

2 But in the grace that rescued man 

His brightest form of glory shines ; 
Here on the eross 'tis fairest drawn 
In precious blood and crimson lines. 

3 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross 

Where God the Saviour loved and died ! 
Her noblest life my spirit draws [side. 
From his dear wounds and bleeding 

4 I would forever speak his name 

In sounds to mortal ears unknown, 
With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
And worship at his Father's throne. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

171 



CHRIST— HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 



201. 8s, 7s & 4a. 

1 Now, my soul, thy voice upraising, 

Sing the cross in mournful strain ; 
Tell the sorrows all-amazing, 
Tell the wounds and dying pain, 

Which our Saviour, 
Sinless, bore, for sinners slain. 

2 He to freedom hath restored us 

By the very bonds he bare ; 
And his flesh and blood afford us 
Each a stream of mercy rare ; 

So he draws us 
To the cross, and keeps us there. 

3 When his painful life was ended, 

When the spear transfixed his side, 
Blood and water thence descended, 
Pouring forth a double tide ; 

This to cleanse us, 
That to heal us is applied. 

4 Jesus ! may thy promised blessing 

Comfort to our souls afford ; 
May we, now thy love possessing, 
And at length our full reward, 

Ever praise thee, 
Thee, our ever-glorious Lord ! 

John Chandler, 183 7, a. 

202. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 

Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 

Shakes the earth, and vails the sky : 

" It is finished!" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

2 " It is finished ! " Oh, what pleasure 

Do these charming words afford ! 
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CHRIST.-HIS SUFFERIXGS AXD DEATH. 



Heavenly blessings, without measure. 
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord: 

-It is finished!" 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Finished all the types and shadows 

Of the ceremonial law; 
Finished all that God had promised; 
Death and hell no more shall awe. 

" It is finished ! " 
Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; 

Join to sing the pleasing theme : 
All on earth and all in heaven. 
Join to praise Immanuel's name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

Jonathan Evans, 17^7* 
253. 7s&63. 

1 sacred Head, now wounded, 

With grief and shame weighed down, 
Now scornfully surrounded 

With thorns, thine only crown ; 
sacred Head, what glory, 

What bliss till now was thine ! 
Yet, though despised and gory, 

I joy to call thee mine. 

2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered 

Was all for sinners' gain : 
Mine, mine was the transgression, 

But thine the deadly pain : 
Lo. here I fall, my Saviour ! 

'Tis I deserve thy place ; 
Look on me with thy favor, 

Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 

3 What language shall I borrow 

To thank thee, dearest Friend, 
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7* 



For this thy dying sorrow, 

Thy pity without end ? 
Oh, make me thine forever ; 

And, should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to thee ! 

4 Be near me when I'm dying, 

Oh, show thy cross to me ! 
And for my succor flying, 

Come, Lord, and set me free ! 
These eyes, new faith receiving, 

From Jesus shall not move ; 
For he who dies believing, 

Dies safely, through thy love 

Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153; tr. by Gerhardt, 
1656; J. W. Alexander, 1849. 

254. 

1 Jesus, lover of my soul, 

Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the nearer waters roll, 

While the tempest still is high : 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 

Till the storm of life be past ; 
Safe into the haven guide ; 

Oh, receive my soul at last ! 

2 Other refuge have I none ; 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me ; 
All my trust on thee is stayed, 

All my help from thee I bring; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

3 Wilt thou not regard my call ? 

Wilt thou not accept mv prayer ? 
Lo ! I sink, I faint, I fall I 
Lo ! on thee I cast my care ! 
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CHRIST,— HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 



Reach me out thy gracious hand, 
While I of thy strength receive ; 

Hoping against hope I stand, 
Dying, and behold I live ! 

i Thou, Christ, art all I want; 

More than ail in thee I find: 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is thy name ; 

I am all unrighteousness ; 
False and full of sin I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

5 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to cover all my sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound ; 

Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the fountain art, 

Freely let me take of thee ; 
Spring thou up within my heart ! 

Rise to all eternity ! 

Charles Wesley, i74°« 

255. • 7a . 

1 When on Sinai's top I see 
God descend in majesty, 
To proclaim his holy law, 
All my spirit sinks with awe. 
When, in ecstacy sublime, 
Tabor's glorious height I climb, 
In the too transporting light 
Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 

2 When on Calvary I rest, 
God in flesh made manifest 
Shines in my Redeemer's face, 
Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 
Here I would forever stay, 
Wee-p and gaze my soul away ; 

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CHRIST, -HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 



Thou art heaven on earth to me, 
Lovely, mournful Calvary. 

James Montgomery, 1812. 
256. 8s&7a 

1 In the cross of Christ I glory ; 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time, 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 
Never shall the cross forsake me-; 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon my way. 
From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds new lustre to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 

By the cross are sanctified ; 
Peace is there that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 

5 In the cross of Christ I glory; 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time, 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

Sir John Bowring, 1825. 
2o7. 8s & 7s. 

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross I spend, 
Life, and health, and peace possessing 
From the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Here I'll sit. forever viewing 

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing. 
Plead, and claim my peace with God, 
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o Truly blessed is this station, 
Low before his cross to lie, 
While I see divine compassion 
Floating in his languid eye. 

4 Here it is I find my heaven 

While upon the Lamb I gaze ; 
Love I much ? I've much forgiven ; 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

5 Love and grief my heart dividing, 

With my tears his feet I'll bathe, 
Constant still in faith abiding, 
Life deriving from his death. 

6 May I still enjoy this feeling, 

In all need to Jesus go ; 
Prove his blood each day more healing, 
And himself most deeply know. 

James Allen, *757 > alt. by Walter Shirley, 1776* 

258. 

1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee : 
Let the water and the blood, 
From thy riven side that flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 

2 Not the labors of my hands 
Can fulfil thy law's demands ; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears forever flow, 
All for sin could not atone, 
Thou must save, and thou alone. 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to thee for grace ; 
Foul, I to the fountain fly : 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die! 

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CHRIST —HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH. 

4 Whilst I draw this fleeting breath. 
"When niv eyelids close in death, 
When I soar through tracts unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment-throne. 
Eock of Ages, cleft for me. 
Let me hide myself in thee. 

Augustus Jf. Toplady, *77&- 

259. 

1 Besting from his work to-day. 
In the tomb the Saviour lay : 
Still he slept, from head to feet 
Shrouded in the winding sheet, 
Lying in the rock alone. 

Hid beneath the sealed stone. 

2 Late at even there was seen. 
Watching long, the Magdalene ; 
Early, ere the break of day. 
Sorrowful she took her way 
To the holy garden glade. 
Where her buried Lord was laid. 

3 So with thee, till life shall end. 
I would solemn vigil spend ; 
Let me hew thee. Lord, a shrine 
In this rocky heart of mine. 
Where in pure embalmed cell 
None but thou may'st ever dwell. 

4 Myrrh and spices I will bring. 
True affection's offering ; 

Close the door from sight and sound 
Of the busy world around ; 
And in patient watch remain 
Till my Lord appear again. 

Thomas Whitehead, t84z, «. 



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CERIST,-EIS RES UERECTION AND ASCENSION. 



CHRIST -HIS RESURREC- 
TION AND ASCENSION. 

200. 

1 Morning breaks upon the tomb ; 
Jesus dissipates its gloom ; 

Day of triumph! through the skies, 
See the glorious Saviour rise ! 

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears ; 
Chase those unbelieving fears ; 
Look on his deserted grave ; 
Doubt no more his power to save. 

3 Ye who are of death afraid, 
Triumph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious cares away ; 
See the place where Jesus lay. 

4 So the rising sun appears, 
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ; 
So returning beams of light 
Chase the terrors of the night. 

William Bengo Collyer, 1812. 
201. 7s. 

1 Angels, roll the rock away ! 
Death, yield up thy mighty prey ! 
See, the Saviour leaves the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

2 Shout, ye seraphs ; Gabriel, raise 
Thine eternal trump of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Echo to the blissful sound. 

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3 Saints on earth, lift up your eyes ; 
Now to glory see him rise ; 
Troops of angels on the road, 
Hail and sing th' incarnate God. 

4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide : 
Glorious hero, through them ride; 
King of glory, mount thy throne ; 
Boundless empire is thine own. 

5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs ! 
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ! 
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song, 
Let the strains be sweet and strong ! 

6 Every note with wonder swell. 
Sin o'erthrown, and captive hell ! 
Where, O death, is now thy sting ? 
Where thy terrors, vanquished king ? 

Thomas Scott, 1769. 

262. 

1 Jesus Ciirist is risen to-day, 
Our triumphant holy day, 
Who did once upon the cross 
Suffer to redeem our loss. 

2 Hymns of praise, then, let us sing 
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, 
Who endured the cross and grave, 
Sinners to redeem and save. 

3 But the pains which he endured 
Our salvation has procured ; 
Now above the sky he 's King, 
Where the angels ever sing. 

4 Now be God the Father praised, 
With the Son from death upraised. 
And the Spirit ever blest : 

One true God by all confessed. 

2Y. from the Latin, of *5£fc cev-twrg, 

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263. 7a, 

1 Christ the Lord is risen again ; 
Christ hath broken every chain ; 
Hark ! angelic voices cry, 
Singing evermore on high. 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 

2 He who gave for us his life, 
"Who for us endured the strife, 
Is our paschal Lamb to-day ! 
We, too, sing for joy, and say, 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 

3 He who bore all pain and loss, 
Comfortless, upon the cross, 
Lives in glory now on high, 
Pleads for us, and hears our cry : 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 

4 He who slumbered in the grave 
Is exalted now to save ; 

Now through Christendom it rings 
That the Lamb is King of kings : 
Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 

Now he bids us tell abroad 
How the lost may be restored, 
How the penitent forgiven, 
How we, too, may enter heaven : 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 

6 Thou, our paschal Lamb indeed, 
Christ, to-day thy people feed ! 
Take our sins and guilt away, 
Let us sing by night and day, 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 

Bohemian Easter Hymn, IS3 1 > tr. by C. Winfcworth, 

261. 

1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day ! . 
Sons of men and angels say : 

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Raise your joys and triumphs high ; 
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply ! 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won : 
Lo ! our sun's eclipse is o'er ; 
Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rise, 
Christ hath opened paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious King ! 
Where, O death, is now thy sting? 
Once he died our souls to save ; 
Where thy victory, O grave ? 

5 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Following our exalted Head : 
Made like him, like him we rise, 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven ! 
Praise to thee by both be given ; 
Thee we greet, triumphant now, 
Hail ! the resurrection thou. 

Charles Wesley, 1739- 

265. h. m. 

1 The happy morn is come ; 

The Saviour leaves the grave ; 
His glorious work is done, 

Almighty now to save : 
Captivity is captive led, 
Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 

2 Who to our charge shall lay 

Iniquity and guilt ? 
All sin is done away, 

Since his rich blood was spilt ; 
• Captivity is captive led, 
Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 
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3 Now the ungodly dare 

The Holy God draw near ; 
Justice itself declares 

Xo cause remains for fear ; 
Captivity is captive led, 
Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 

4 Christ hath the ransom paid ; 

The glorious work is done ; 
On him our help is laid, 

The victory is won ; 
Captivity is captive led, 
Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 

5 Hail the triumphant Lord ! 

The resurrection thou ! 
We bless thy sacred word, 

Before thy throne we bow ; 
Captivity is captive led, 
Since Jesus liveth that was dead. 

Thomas HavoeiSy 1802. 
206. H. M. 

1 Come, every pious heart 

That loves the Saviour's name, 
Your noblest powers exert 

To celebrate his fame : 
Tell all above and all below 
The debt of love to him you owe. 

2 He left his starry crown, 

And laid his robes aside ; 
On wings of love came down, 

And wept, and bled, and died. 
What he endured, oh, who can tell, 
To save our souls from death and hell? 

3 From the dark grave he rose, 

The mansion of the dead ; 
And thence his mighty foes 
In glorious triumph led : 
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Up thro' the sky the Conqueror rode. 
And reigns on high the Saviour God. 

4 From thence he'll quickly come, 
His chariot will not stay, 
And bear our spirits home, 

To realms of endless day : 
There shall we see his lovely face, 
And ever be in his embrace. 

Samuel Stennett, i77°* 

267, cm. 

1 Welcome thou Victor in the strife, 

Welcome from out the cave ! 
To-day we triumph in thy life 
Around thine empty grave. 

2 Our enemy is put to shame, 

His short-lived triumph o'er ; 
Our God is with us, we exclaim, 
We fear our foe no more. 

3 Oh share with us the spoils,' we pray, 

Thou diedst to achieve ; 
We meet within thy house to-day 
Our portion to receive. 

4 And let thy conquering banner wave 

O'er hearts thou makest free, 
And point the path that from the grave 
Leads heavenwards up to thee. 

5 We bury all our sin and crime 

Deep in our Saviour's tomb ; 
And seek the treasure there, that time 
Nor change can e'er consume. 

6 We die with thee : oh, let us live 

Henceforth to thee aright ! 
The blessings thou hast died to give 
Be daily in our sight. 

7 Fearless we lay us in the tomb, 

And sleep the night away, 
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If thou art there to break the gloom, 
And call us back to day. 

Benjamin Schmolke, ^7 12 *tr.byC. Winkworth. 

268. o. m. 

1 Hosaxxa to the Prince of Light, 

Who clothed himself in clay, 
Entered the iron gates of death, 
And tore the bars away. 

2 Death is no more the king of dread, 

Since our Immanuel rose ; 
He took the tyrant's sting away, 
And spoiled our hellish foes. 

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, 

And to his Father flies, 
With scars of honor in his flesh, 
And triumph in his eyes. 

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, 

And scatters blessings down ; 
Our Jesus fills the middle seat 
Of the celestial throne. 

5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, 

To reach his blest abode ; 
Sweet be the accents of your songs 
To our incarnate God. 

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, 

Your sweetest voices raise ; 
Let heaven, and all created things, 
Sound our Immanuel's praise. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 



1 He dies ! the friend of sinners dies ! 
Lo, Salem's -daughters weep around; 
A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 
A sudden trembling shakes the ground 1 
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2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 

The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 
Jesus the dead revives again! 

3 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 

Up to his Father's court he flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 

How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 
And led the monster, death, in chains ! 

5 Say, " Live forever, wondrous King, 

Born to redeem, and strong to save ! " 
Then ask the monster, u Where's thy 
sting ? " • [grave? n 

And where's thy victory, boasting 

Isaac Watts, 1706. a. by J. Wesley. 

270. Psalm 86. L. M. 

1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high. 
Ten thousand angels filled the sky ; 
Those heavenly guards around thee wait, 
Like chariots, that attend thy state. 

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
More glorious, when the Lord was there, 
While he pronounced his holy law, 
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 

3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 
When the rebellious powers of hell, 
That thousand souls had captive made, 
Were all in chains, like captives, led. 

4 Raised by his Father to the throne, 
He sent his promised Spirit down, 
With gifts and grace fof rebel men, 
That God might dwell on earth again. 

Isaac Watts, i7 J 9- 

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271. 

1 Come, our indulgent Saviour, come, 
Illustrious conqueror o'er the tomb ; 
Here thine assembled servants bless, 
And fill our hearts with sacred peace. 

2 Oh come thyself, most gracious Lord, 
With all the joy thy smiles afford, 
Reveal the lustre of thy face, 

And make us feel thy vital grace. 

3 With rapture kneeling round we greet 
Thy pierced hands, thy wounded feet, 
And from the scar that marks thy side 
"We see our life's warm torrent glide. 

4 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest, 
Enter, thou ever honored Guest, 
Not for one transient hour alone, 
But there to fix thy lasting throne. 

5 Own this mean dwelling as thine own ; 
And when our life's last hour is come, 
Let us but die as in thy sight, 

And death shall vanish in delight. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

272. 7s. 

1 Hail the day that sees him rise, 
Ravished from our wishful eyes ! 
Christ, awhile to mortals given, 
Reascends his native heaven. 

2 Him though highest heaven receives, 
Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
Though returning to his throne, 
Still he calls mankind his own. 

3 See, he lifts his hands above ! 
See, he shows the prints of love ! 
Hark, his gracious lips bestow 
Blessings on his church below ! 

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4 Master (will we ever say), 
Taken from our head to-day, 
See thy faithful servants, see, 
Ever gazing up to thee. 

5 Grant, though parted from our sight, 
High above yon azure height, 
Grant our hearts may thither rise, 
Following thee beyond the skies. 

6 There we shall with thee remain, 
Partners of thy endless reign ; 
There thy face unclouded see, 
Find our heaven of heavens in thee. 

Charles Wesley, 1739- 
273. 7a. 

1 Sons of God, triumphant rise, 
Shout the accomplished sacrifice ; 
Shout your sins in Christ forgiven, 
Sons of God and heirs of heaven. 

2 Love's mysterious work is done ; 
Greet we now the atoning Son ; 
Healed and quickened by his blood,. 
Joined to Christ and one with God. 

3 Him by faith we taste below, 
Mightier joys ordained to know, 
"When his utmost grace we prove, 
Rise to heaven by perfect love. 

Charles Wesley, J 739- 

274. 

1 Sing, O heavens ! O earth, rejoice ! 
Angel harp and human voice, 
Round him, as he rises, raise 
Your ascending Saviour's praise. 

2 Bruised is the serpent's head, 
Hell is vanquished, death is dead, 

k And to Christ, gone up on high, 
Captive is captivity. 
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3 All his work and warfare done, 
He into his heaven is gone, 
And beside his Father's throne 
Now is pleading for his own : 

4 Asking gifts for sinful men, 
That he may come down again, 
And. the fallen to restore, 

In them dwell forevermore. 

5 Sing, O heavens ! earth, rejoice ! 
Angel harp and human voice, 
Round him, in his glory, raise 
Your ascended Saviour's praise. 

John S. B. Monsell, 1863. 

6 < O. L. M. 

1 O Christ, who hast prepared a place 
For us around thy throne of grace, 
We pray thee, lift our hearts above, 
And draw them with the cords of love. 

2 Source of all good, thou, gracious Lord, 
Art our exceeding great reward : 

How transient is our present pain ; 
How boundless our eternal gain ! 

3 With open face and joyful heart 
We then shall see thee as thou art ; 
Our love shall never cease to glow, 
Our praise shall never cease to flow. 

4 Thy never-failing grace to prove, 
A surety of thine endless love, 
Send clown thy Holy Ghost to be 
The raiser of our souls to thee. 

Santolius Victorinus, 1630-1697; tr. by John Chandler, 1837. 

276. Psalm 24. L. M. 

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead ; 
Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragged to the portals of the sky. 
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2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay : 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
Ye everlasting doors, give way ! 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light. 

And wide unfold the ethereal scene ; 
He claims those mansions as his right ; 
Receive the King of glory in. 

4 Who is the King of glory, — who ? 

The Lord that all his foes o'er came ; 
The world, sin, death, and hell o'er threw ; 
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 

5 Lo, his triumphal chariot waits. 

And angels chant the solemn lay: 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
Ye everlasting doors give way ! 

6 Who is the King of glory, — who ? 

The Lord of glorious power possest, 
The King of saints and angels too, 
God over all, forever blest. 

Charles Wesley, 1739- 
2 (7 . L. M. 

1 Now for a tune of lofty praise 

To great Jehovah's equal Son! 
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays ;' 
Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 

2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, 

And the bright robes he wore above ; 
How swift and joyful was his flight 
On wings of everlasting love. 

3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, 

The almighty Captive prisoner lay ; 
Th' almighty Captive left the earth, 
And rose to everlasting day. 

4 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, 

Up to bis throne of shining grace ; 
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CIIRIXT,-HIS GLORY. 

See what immortal glories sit 

Round the sweet beauties of his face. 

5 Amongst a thousand harps and songs, 
Jesus the God exalted reigns : 
His sacred name fills all their tongues, 
And echoes thro' the heavenly plains 

Isaac Watts, I 7°9- 

CHRIST.-HIS GLORY. 

2 (S» cm. 

1 Beyond the glittering starry globe, 

Far as the eternal hills, 
There, in the boundless worlds of light, 
Our great Redeemer dwells. 

2 Immortal angels, bright and fair, 

In countless armies shine, 
At his right hand, with golden harps, 
To offer songs divine. 

3 Blest angels, who adoring wait 

Around the Saviour's throne, 
Oh ! tell us, for your eyes have seen, 
The wonders he has done. 

4 In all his toils, and dangers too, 

Ye did his steps attend ; 
Oft paused, and wondered how at last 
This scene of love would end. 

5 And when the powers of hell combined 

To fill his cup of woe, 
Your pitying eyes beheld his tears 
In bloody anguish flow. 

6 As on the torturing cross he hung, 

And darkness veiled the sky, 
Ye saw, aghast, that awful sight, 
The Lord of glory die ! 
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7 Anon he bursts the gates of death, 

Subdues the tyrant's power : 
Ye saw tlx' illustrious Conqueror rise, 
And hailed the blissful hour, — 

8 Tended his chariot up the sky, 

And bore him to his throne ; 
Then swept your golden harps and cried, 
" The glorious work is done ! " 

9 My soul the joyful triumph feels, 

And thinks the moments long, 
Ere she her Saviour's glory sees, 
And joins your rapturous song. 

James Fanch and Daniel Turner, *79 l - 

279. Rev. viii. 13. C. M. 

1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 

With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 

" To be exalted thus : 99 
" Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 
" For he was slain for us." 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honor and power divine ; 
And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, forever thine. 

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 

And air, and earth, and seas, 
Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise. 

5 The whole creation join in one 

To bless the sacred name 
Of Him that sits upon the throne, 
And to adore the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

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280* C. M. 

1 Behold the glories of the Lamb, 

Amidst his Father's throne ; 
Prepare new honors for his name, 
And songs before unknown. 

2 Let elders worship at his feet, 

The church adore around. 
With vials full of odors sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints, 

And these the hymns they raise : 
Jesus is kind to our complaiuts, 
He loves to hear our praise. 

4 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, 

Be endless blessings paid ; 
Salvation, glory, joy remain 
Forever on thy head. 

5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, 

Hast set the prisoners free ; 
Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall rei^n with thee. 

Isaac Watts* I 7°9- 

OHRIST,-HIS INTERCES- 
SION. 

281. aM> 

1 With joy we meditate the grace 

Of our High-Priest above ; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 
His bosom glows with love. 

2 Touched with a sympathy within, 

He knows our feeble frame ; 
He knows what sore temptations mean, 
For he has felt the same. 
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3 But spotless, innocent, and pure, 

The great Redeemer stood ; 
And Satan's fiery darts he bore, 
And did resist to blood. 

4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 

Poured out his cries and tears ; 
And in his measure feels afresh 
What every member bears. 

5 Then let our humble faith address 

His mercy and his power ; 
We shall obtain delivering grace 
In the distressing hour. 

Isaac Watts, 1709* 



282, 0. m. 

1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey 

Our great High- Priest above, 
And celebrate his constant care, 
And sympathetic love. 

2 Though raised to a superior throne, 

Where angels bow around, 
And high o'er all the shining train 
With matchless honor crowned ; 

3 The names of all his saints he bears, 

Deep graven on his heart ; 
Nor shall the meanest Christian say 
That he hath lost his part. 

4 Those characters shall fair abide, 

Our everlasting trust, 
When gems, and monuments, and crowns 5 
Are mouldered down to dust 
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5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast 
May thy dear name be worn, 
A sacred ornament and guard, 
To endless ages borne. 

Philip Doddridge* »75S» 
-83. L. M. 

1 Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands, 
A great High Priest our nature wears, 
The patron of mankind appears. 

2 He, who for men in mercy stood, 

And poured on earth his precious blood, 
Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, 
The guardian God of human race. 

3 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye ; 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame. 

4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains 
A fellow-feeling of our pains ; 
And still remembers, in the skies, 
His tears and agonies and cries. 

5 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The Man of Sorrows had a part; 
He sympathizes with our grief, 
And to the sufferer sends relief. 

6 With boldness therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known, 
And ask the aids of heavenly power 
To help us in the evil hour. 

Michael Bruce, *77°" 

284. l. m. 

1 Before the throne of God above, 
I have a strong, a perfect plea : 
A great High Priest, whose name is Lov% 
Who ever lives and pleads for me. 
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2 My name is graven on his hands ; 

My name is written on his heart ; 
Oh, know that while in heaven he stands 
No tongue can bid me. thence depart. 

3 When Satan tempts me to despair, 

And tells me of the guilt within, 
Upward I look, and see him there, 
Who made an end of all my sin. 

4 Because the sinless Saviour died, 

My sinful soul is counted free ; 
For God, the Just, is satisfied 
To look on him, and pardon me. 

5 Behold him there, the bleeding Lamb ! 

My perfect, spotless righteousness, 
The great unchangeable " I Am," 
The King of glory and of grace. 

6 One with himself, I cannot die ; 

My soul is purchased by his blood ; 
My life is hid with Christ on high, 
With Christ, my Saviour and my God. 

Charitic Lzes Smith, 1863. 
O. L. M. 

1 Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes [high, 

To that bright seat where, placed on 
The great, the atoning Sacrifice, 
For me, for all, is ever nigh. 

2 Be thou my guard on peril's brink ; 

Be thou my guide thro' weal and woe ; 
And teach me of thy cup to drink, 
And make me in thy path to go. 

3 For what is earthly change or loss ? 

Thy promises are still my own ; 
The feeblest frame may bear thy cross, 
The lowliest spirit share thy throne. 

M. G. T. 1S31. 

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286. L. M. 

1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives ; 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father God, 
Pleads the full merit of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 

And justice, armed with frowns, appears; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace ! 

3 Hence, then, ye black despairing thoughts , 
Above our fears, above our faults, 

His powerful intercessions rise, 
And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 

4 In every dark, distressful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears us on his heart. 

5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
On him our humble hopes depend ; 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 

Anne Steele, 176°- 

287. l. m. 

1 Jesus, the Lord, our souls adore, 
A painful sufferer now no more ; 
High on his Father's throne he reigns 
O'er earth, and heaven's extensive plains. 

2 His race forever is complete ; 
Forever undisturbed his seat ; 
Myriads of angels round him fly, 
And sing his well-gained victory. 

3 Yet, 'midst the honors of his throne, 
He joys not for himself alone ; 

His meanest servants share their part, — 
Share in that royal, tender heart 
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4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptured sight, 
With sacred wonder and delight ; 
Jesus, thine own forerunner, see, 
Entered within the veil for thee. 

5 Loud let the howling tempest yell, 
And foaming waves to mountains swell ; 
Nq shipwreck can my vessel fear. 
Since hope hath fixed its anchor here. 

Philip Doddridge, I 755- 
288. L. BC. 

1 Where is my God ? does he retire 

Beyond the reach of humble sighs ? 
Are these weak breathings of desire 
Too languid to ascend the skies? 

2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye ; 

See where the great Redeemer stands, 
The glorious Advocate on high, 

With precious incense in his hands ! 

3 He sweetens every humble groan ; 

He recommends each broken prayer ; 
Recline thy hope on him alone. 

Whose power and love forbid despair. 

4 Teach my weak heart, gracious Lord, 

With stronger faith to call thee mine ! 
Bid me pronounce the blissful word. 
My Father God, with joy divine. 

Anne Steele, 176°- 

289. 

L When first, o'er whelmed with sin and 
shame, 

To Jesus' cross I trembling came, 
Burdened with guilt and full of fear, 
Yet, drawn by love, I ventured near, 
Pardon I found and peace with God, 
In Jesus' rich atoning blood. 
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2 My sin is gone, my fears are o'er, 
I shun his presence now no more ; 
He sits upon the throne of grace, 
He bids me boldly seek his face ; 
Sprinkled upon the throne of God,. 
I see that rich atoning blood. 

3 Before his face my Priest appears ; 
My Advocate, the Father bears ; 
That precious blood, before his eyes, 
Both day and night for mercy cries 1 
It speaks, it ever speaks to God — 
The voice of that atoning bloods 

4 By faith that voice I also hear ; 

It answers doubt, it stills each fear: 
The accuser seeks in vain to move 
The wrath of him whose name is Love ; 
Each charge against the sons of God 
Is silenced by the atoning blood. 

5 Here I can rest without a fear; 
By this, to God I now draw near ; 
By this I triumph over sin, 

For this has made and keeps me clean ; 
And when I reach the throne of God r 
I'll praise that rich atoning blood. 

James G. Deck, *&38- 

2*:)0. 

1 O Saviour, who for man hast trod 
The winepress of the wrath of God, 
Ascend, and claim again on high 
Thy glory, left for us to die. 

2 A radiant cloud is now thy seat, 

And earth lies stretched beneath thy feet ; 
Ten thousand thousands round thee sing, 
And share the triumph of their King. 

3 The angel-host enraptured waits ; 

" Lift up your heads, eternal gates ! '* 
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O GocUand-Man ! the Father's throne 
Is now, for evermore, thine own. 

4 Our great High Priest and Shepherd thou 
Within the veil art entered now. 

To offer there thy precious blood, 
Once poured on earth a cleansing flood. 

5 And thence the church, thy chosen Bride, 
With countless gifts of grace supplied, 
Through all her members draws from thee 
Her hidden life of sanctity. 

6 O Christ, our Lord, of thy dear care 
Thy lowly members heavenward bear ; 
Be ours with thee to suffer pain, 
With thee for evermore to reign. 

C. Coffin; tr. by John Chandler, 1S37. 
291, 8,8,8,6. 

1 thou, the contrite sinners' Friend ! 
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end, 
On this alone my hopes depend, 

That thou wilt plead for me. 

2 When, weary in the Christian race, 
Far off appears my resting place, 
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, 

Then, Saviour, plead for me. 

3 When I have erred and gone astray, 
Afar from thine and wisdom's way, 
And see no glimmering, guiding ray, 

Still, Saviour, plead for me. 

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, 
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, 
Then with thy pitying arms enfold, 

And plead, oh, plead for me ! 

5 And when my dying hour draws near, 
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, 

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Then to my fainting sight appear, 
Pleading in heaven for me. 

6 When the full light of heavenly clay 
Reveals my sins in dread array, 
Say thou hast washed them all away ; 
Oh, say thou plead'st for me ! 

Charlotte Elliott, 1837. 
292. 7s&8s. 

1 Jesus lives ! no longer now 

Can thy terrors, Death, appal us ; 
Jesus lives ! by this we know 

Thou, Grave, canst not enthral us. 

Alleluia ! 

2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death 

But the gate of life immortal ; 
This shall calm our trembling breath, 
When we pass its gloomy portal. 

Alleluia ! 

3 Jesus lives ! for us he died ; 

Then, alone to Jesus living, 
Pure in heart may we abide, 
Glory to our Saviour giving. 

Alleluia ! 

4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well 

Nought from us his love shall sever ; 
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell 
Tear us from his keeping ever. 

Alleluia ! 

5 Jesus lives ! to him the throne 

Over all the world is given : 
May we go where he is gone, 

Rest and reign with him in heaven. 

Alleluia! Amen. 

Ch. F. GellerU *757 *> tr. by F. E. Cox, 1841, a. 
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7S. BOUBUS. 

1 Saviour, when in dust to thee 
Low we bend the adoring knee; 
When, repentant, to the skies 
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ; 
Oh, by all the pains and woe 
Suffered once for man below, 
Bending from thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn litany ! 

2 By thy helpless infant years, 
By thy life of want and tears, 
By thy days of sore distress 
In the savage wilderness, 

By the dread mysterious hour 
Of the insulting tempter's power ; 
Turn, oh, turn a favoring eye, 
Hear our solemn litany ! 

3 By the sacred griefs that wept 
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept, 
By the boding tears that flowed 
Over Salem's loved abode, 

By the anguished sigh that told 
Treachery lurked within thy fold, 
From thy seat above the sky, 
Hear our solemn litany ! 

4 By thine hour of dire despair, 
By thine agony of prayer, 

By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, 
By the gloom that veiled the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice, 
Listen to our humble cry, 
Hear our solemn litany ! 

5 By thy deep expiring groan, 
By the sad sepulchral stone, 
By the vault, whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God, 

202 



CHRIST —HIS REIGN. 



Oh, from earth to heaven restored, 
Mighty, reascended Lord, 
Listen, listen to the cry 
Of our solemn litany ! 

Sir Robert Grant, 1815. 



CHRIST r HIS REIGN- 

• 8s & 7s. Double. 

1 Hail ! thou once despised Jesus, 

Hail \ thou Galilean King ! 
Thou didst suffer to release us ; 

Thou didst free salvation bring: 
Hail ! thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our sin and shame ! 
By thy merits we find favor ; 

Life is given through thy name. 

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 

All our sins on thee were laid ; 
By almighty love anointed, 

Thou hast full atonement made ; 
All thy people are forgiven 

Through the virtue of thy blood ; 
Opened is the gate of heaven ; 

Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 

3 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, 

There for ever to abide ! 
All the heavenly host adore thee, 

Seated at thy Father's side : 
There for sinners thou art pleading ; 

There thou dost our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding, 

Till in glory we appear. 

4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
Meet it is for us to give ; 
203 



CHRIST -HIS REIGN. 



Help, ye bright angelic spirits ! 

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ! 
Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; 
Help to chant Lnmanuel's praise. 

John Rake well, 1760; alt.byA. M. Toplady, 1776. 

8s & 7s. Double. 

1 Crown his head with endless blessing. 

Who, in God the Father's name, 
With compassions never ceasing, 

Comes salvation to proclaim. 
Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, 

Who within his gates are found ; 
Hail, ye saints, the exalted Saviour. 

Let his courts with praise resound. 

2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee ; 

Thee our Saviour ! thee our God ! 
From his throne his beams of glory 

Shine through all the world abroad. 
In his word his light arises, 

Brightest beams of truth and grace ; 
Bind, oh, bind your sacrifices, 

In his courts your offerings place. 

3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, 

Thee our God in praise we own ; 
Highest honors, never failing, 

Rise eternal round thy throne. 
Now, ye saints, his power confessing, 

In your grateful strains adore ; 
For his mercy, never ceasing, 

Flows, and flows forevermore. 

William Goode, 181 1. 
• . 8s, 7s & 4s> 

1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious ; 
See the Man of sorrows now 
From the fight returned victorious ! 
Every knee to him shall bow : 
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Crown him ! crown him ! 
Crowns become the Victor's brow. 

2 Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ! 

Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; 
In the seat of power enthrone him, 
While the vault of heaven rings : 

Crown him ! crown him ! 
Crown the Saviour King of kings ! 

3 Sinners in derision crowned him, 

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 
Saints and angels, crowd around him, 
Own his title, praise his name ! 

Crown him ! crown him ! 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 

4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! 

Hark, those loud, triumphant chords ' 

Jesus takes the highest station ; 

Oh, what joy the sight affords ! 

Crown him ! crown him ! 

King of kings and Lord of lords ! 
© © 

Thomas Kelly, 1806. 

297. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Let us sing the King Messiah, 

King of righteousness and peace ! 
Hail him, all his happy subjects ; 
Never let his praises cease: 

Ever hail him ! 
Never let his praises cease. 

2 How transcendant are thy glories, 

Fairer than the sons of men ! 
While thy blessed mediation 
Brings us back to God again : 

Blest Redeemer, 
How we triumph in thy reign ! 

3 Gird thy sword on, mighty Hero ; 

Make the word of truth thy car ; 

205 



CHRIST,— HIS REIGN. 

Prosper in thy course majestic ; 
All success attend thy war : 

Gracious Victor, 
Let mankind before thee bow. 

4 Majesty combines with meekness, 

Righteousness and peace unite, 
To insure thy blessed conquests ; 
On, great Prince ; assert thy right : 

Ride triumphant 
All around the conquered globe ! 

5 Blest are all that touch thy sceptre; 

Blest are all that own thy reign ; 
Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants, 
Rescued from its galling chain : 

Saints and angels, 
All who know thee, bless thy reign. 

John Ryland, i79°- 

298. 

1 Glory, glory to our King ! 

Crowns unfading wreathe his head , 
Jesus is the name we sing ; 

Jesus risen from the dead ; 
Jesus spoiler of the grave ; 
Jesus mighty now to save. 

2 Jesus is gone up on high, 

Angels come to meet their King ; 
Shouts triumphant rend the sky, 

While the Victor's praise they sing : 
" Open now, ye heavenly gates ! 
'Tis the King of glory waits." 

3 Now behold him high enthroned, 

Glory beaming from his face ! 
By adoring angels owned, 

God of holiness and grace ! 
Oh for hearts and tongues to sing 
u Glory, glory to our King ! " 
206 



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4 Jesus, on thy people shine ; [tongues. 
Warm our hearts and tune our 
That with angels we may join, [songs: 
Share their bliss, and swell their 
Glory, honor, praise, and power, 
Lord, be thine for evermore! 

Thomas Kelly, 1804. 

299. 7s. 

1 See, the ransomed millions stand, 
Palms of conquest in their hand ; 
This before the throne their strain : 
" Hell is vanquished ; death is slain ; 

2 Blessing, honor, glory, might 
Are the Conqueror's native right ; 
Thrones and powers before him fall ; 
Lamb of God, and Lord of all ! " 

3 Hasten, Lord, the promised hour ; 
Come in glory and in power ; 
Still thy foes are unsubdued ; 
Nature sighs to be renewed. 

4 Time has nearly reached its sum ; 
All things with thy bride say, Come ; 
Jesus, whom all worlds adore, 
Come, and reign for evermore ! 

Josiah Conder, 1856. 

300. 

1 Brethren, let us join to bless 
Christ, our peace and righteousness ; 
Let our praise to him be given, 
High at God's right hand in heaven. 

2 Son of God, to thee we bow; 
Thou art Lord, and only thou ; 
Thou the woman's promised seed ; 
Thou, who didst for sinners bleed* 

207 



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3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing ; 
Thee we praise, our Priest and King , 
Worthy is thy name of praise, 

Full of glory, full of grace. 

4 Thee, our Lord, would we adore, 
Serve and follow more and more ; 
Praise and bless thy matchless love, 
Till we join thy saints above. 

John Cennick, i74 2t a. 

301. 

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 

Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, 

Who fixed this floating ball ; 
Xow hail the strength of Israel's might, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Crown him, ye martyrs of your God, 

Who from his altar call ; 
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, 

Ye ransomed of the fall, 
Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 Sinners ! whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall, 
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

6 Let every kindred, every tribe, 

In this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe. 
And crown him Lord of all. 

20S 



CHRIST,— RIS REIGN. 

7 Oh that with yonder sacred throng, 
We at his feet may; fall ! 
We'll join the everlasting song, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

Edward Perronet, 17S0. a. 

302. 

1 The head that once was crowned with 

thorns, 

Is crowned with glory now ; 
A royal diadem adorns 
The mighty Victor's brow. 

2 The highest place that heaven affords, 

Is his, is his by right, 
The King of kings and Lord of lords, 
And heaven's eternal lisfht : 



3 The joy of all who dwell above, 

The joy of all below, 
To whom he manifests his love, 
And grants his name to know. 

4 To them the cross, with all its shame, 

With all its grace, is given ; 
Their name an everlasting name, 
Their joy the joy of heaven. 

5 They suffer with their Lord below, 

They reign with him above, 
Their profit and their joy to know 
The mystery of his love. 



The cross he bore is life and health, 
Though shame and death to him, 

His people's hope, his people's wealth, 
Their everlasting theme. 

209 Thomas Kelly, 1820. 



CHRIST,— HIS RE ION. 



303. 

1 Now to the Lord a noble song ! 
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue ; 
Hosanna to the eternal name, 

And all his boundless love proclaim. 

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face 
The brightest image of his grace ; 
God, in the person of his Son, 

Has all his mightiest works outdone. 

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood 
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God ; 
And thy rich glories from afar 
Sparkle in every rolling star. 

4 But in his looks a glory stands, 
The noblest labor of thine hands ; 
The pleasing lustre of his eyes 
Outshines the wonders of the skies. 

6 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme ; 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name : 
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound, 
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

304. l. m. 

1 What equal honors shall we bring 

To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, 
When all the notes that angels sing 
Are far inferior to thy name ? 

2 Worthy is he that once was slain. 

The Prince of peace, that groaned and 
died ; 

Worthy to rise, and live and reign 
At his almighty Father's side. 

3 Honor immortal must be paid, 

Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 
While glory shines around his head, 
And a bright crown without a thorn. 
210 



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4 Blessings forever on the Lamb, 

Who bore the curse for wretched men ; 
Let angels sound his sacred name, 
And every creature say, Amen. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

30o. L, m. 

1 O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! 
Saviour of all who trust thy word ! 
To them who seek thee ever near, 
Now to our praises bend thine ear. 

2 In thy dear cross a grace is found, 

It flows from every streaming wound, 
Whose power our inbred sin controls, 
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 

3 Thou didst create the stars of night ; 
Yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light, 
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, 
A mortal's painful lot to bear. 

4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, 
The quaking earth acknowledged thee ; 
When thou didst there yield up thy 

breath, 

The world grew dark as shades of death. 

5 Now in the Father's glory high, 
Great Conqu'ror, never more to die, 
Us by thy mighty power defend, 
And reign through ages without end ! 

Gregory, 55°"6°4 ; tr. by Ray Palmer, 1858. 

306 1 h. m. 

1 Arise, my soul, arise; 

Shake off thy guilty fears ; 
The bleeding sacrifice 
In my behalf appears : 
Before the throne my surety stands, 
My name is written on his hands. 
211 



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2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede ; 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead ; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace* 

3 The Father hears him pray, 

His clear anointed one, 
He cannot turn away 

The presence of his Son : 
His Spirit answers to the blood, 
And tells me I am born of God. 

4 My God is reconciled ; 

His pard'ning voice I hear : 
He owns me for his child ; 
I can no longer fear : 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 

Charles Wesley, 1739* 
307, EL M. 

1 Join all the glorious names 

Of wisdom, love, and power, 
That ever mortals knew, 

That angels ever bore ; 
All are too mean to speak his worth, 
Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 

2 Great Prophet of my God, 

My tongue would bless thy name ; 
By thee the joyful news 

Of our salvation came : 
The joyful news of sins forgiven, 
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 

3 Jesus, my great High-Priest, 

Offered his blood and died , 
My guilty conscience seeks 
No sacrifice beside : 

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His powerful blood did once atone, 
And now it pleads before the throne. 

4 thou almighty Lord ! 

My Conqueror and my King ! 
Thy sceptre and thy sword, 

Thy reigning grace I sing: 
Thine is the power ; behold, I sit, 
In willing bonds, before thy feet. 

5 Xow let my soul arise, 

And tread the tempter down ; 
My Captain leads me forth 

To conquest and a crown ; 
A feeble saint shall win the day, 
Though death and hell obstruct the way. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

308. 

1 All hail, Incarnate God ! 

The wondrous things foretold 
Of thee in sacred writ 

With joy our eyes behold ; 
Still does thine arm new trophies wear, 
And monuments of glory rear. 

2 To thee the hoary head 

Its silver honors pays ; 
To thee the blooming youth 

Devotes his brightest days ; 
And every age their tribute bring. 
And bow to thee, all conquering King. 

3 Oh haste, victorious Prince, 

That happy, glorious day, 
"When souls like drops of dew 

Shall own thy gentle sway ; 
Oh may it bless our longing eyes 
And bear our shouts beyond the skie3 ! 

4 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Eternal be thy reign ; 
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Behold the nations sue 
To wear thy gentle chain : 
When earth and time are known no more* 
Thy throne shall stand forever sure. 

Elizabeth Scott, 1764. 

309. 

1 The atoning work is done, 

The Victim's blood is shed ; 
And Jesus now is gone 

His people's cause to plead ; 
He stands in heaven their great High-Priest, 
And bears their name upon his breast. 

2 He sprinkles with his blood 

The mercy-seat above ; 
For justice hath withstood 
The purposes of love : 
But justice now objects no more, 
And mercy yields her boundless store. 

3 No temple made with hands 

His place of service is ; 
In heaven itself he stands, 
A heavenly priesthood his ; 
In him the shadows of the law 
Are all fulfilled and now withdraw. 

4 And though awhile he be 

Hid from the eyes of men, 
His people look to see 

Their great High- Priest again : 
In brightest glory he will come, 
And take his waiting people home. 

Thomas Kelly, 1803. 
310. L. M. 

1 Hail to the Prince of life and peace, 
Who holds the keys of death and hell ! 
The spacious world unseen is his, 

And sovereign power becomes him well 
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2 In shame and torment once he died ; 

But now he lives for evermore : 
Bow down, ye saints around his seat, 
And, all ye angel-bands, adore. 

3 So live forever glorious Lord, 

To crush thy foes and guard thy friends ! 
While all thy chosen tribes rejoice 
That thy dominion never ends. 

4 Worthy thy hands to hold the keys, 

Guided by wisdom and by love ; 
Worthy to rule o'er mortal life, 

O'er worlds below and worlds above. 

5 Forever reign, victorious King ! [known ; 

Wide through the earth thy name be 
And call my longing soul to sing 
Sublimer anthems near thy throne. 

Philip Doddridge, J 755' 

311. Psalm 45. L. M. 

1 Now be my heart inspired to sing 
The glories of my Saviour King : 
Jesus, the Lord, how heavenly fair 
His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 

2 O'er all the sons of human race 
He shines with a superior grace ; 
Love from his lips divinely flows, 
And blessings all his state compose. 

3 Thy throne, God, forever stands ! 
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands : 
Thy laws and works are just and right ; 
Justice and grace are thy delight. 

4 God, thine own God, has richly shed 
His oil of gladness on thy head ; 
And with his sacred Spirit blest 
His first-born Son above the rest. 

Isaac Watts, i7 1 9' 

215 



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312. L M. 

1 Now to the Lord, that makes us know 

The wonders of his dying love, 
Be humble honors paid below. 

And strains of nobler praise above ! 

2 'T was he that cleansed our foulest sins, 

And washed us in his precious blood ; 
'T is he that makes us priests and kings, 
And brings us rebels near to God. 

8 To Jesus, our atoning Priest. 
To Jesus, our superior King. 
Be everlasting power confessed, 
Let every tongue his glory sing. 

4 Behold on flying clouds he comes. 

And every eye shall see him move : 
Tho' with our sins Ave pierced him once, 
He now displays his pardoning love. 

5 The unbelieving world shall wail, 

While we rejoice to see the day: 
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise tail. 
Xor let thy chariot long delay. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

313. 

1 Gird on thy conquering sword. 

Ascend thy shining car. 
And march, almighty Lord, 

To wage thy holy war. 
Before his wheels, in glad surprise, 
Ye valleys, rise, and sink, ye hills. 

2 Fair truth and smiling love. 

And injured righteousness, 
Under thy banners move, 

And seek from thee redress ; 
Thou in their cause shalt prosperous ride. 
And far and wide dispense thv laws. 

216 



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3 Before thine awful face 

Millions of foes shall fall, 
The captives of thy grace — 

That grace that conquers all. 
The world shall know, great King of kings. 
What wondrous things thine arm can do. 

4 Here to my willing soul 

Bend thy triumphant way ; 
Here every foe control, 

And all thy power display ; 
My heart, thy throne, blest Jesus ! see, 
Bows low to thee, to thee alone. 

Philip Doddridge, 
ol4. H. M. 

1 Rejoice, the Lord is King, 

Your Lord and King adore ; 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 

And triumph evermore : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say. rejoice. 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 

The God of truth and love ; 
When he had purged our stains, 

He took his seat above : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

3 His kino'dom cannot fail ; 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ? 
The keys of death and hell 

Are to our Jesus given: 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

4 He all his foes shall quell, 

Shall all our sins destroy, 
And every bosom swell 
With pure seraphic joy : 
217 



CHRIST-HIS REIGN. 



Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

5 Rejoice in glorious hope ; 

Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 
And take his servants up 
To their eternal home : 
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice ; 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. 

Charles Wesley, 1745- 
3 1 5 • 8s & 7s. 

1 Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices 

Sound the note of praise above ; 
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices ; 

Jesus reigns, the God of love : 
See, he sits on yonder throne ; 
Jesus rules the world alone. 

2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens 

All above, and gives it worth ; 
Lord of life, thy smile enlightens, 

Cheers, and charms, thy saints on 
earth : 

When we think of love like thine, 
Lord, we own it love divine. 

3 King of glory, reign forever ; 

Thine an everlasting crown : 
Nothing from thy love shall sever 

Those whom thou hast made thine own ; 
Happy objects of thy grace, 
Chosen to behold thy face. 

A Saviour, hasten thine appearing ; 

Bring, oh, bring the glorious day, 
When, the awful summons hearing, 

Heaven and earth shall pass away ; 
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, 
" Glory, glory to our King ! " 

Thomas Kelly, x8*6. 

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CHRIST, HIS CHARACTERS. 

316. 8s, 7s & 7. 

1 One there is, above all others, 

Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
His is love beyond a brother's, 

Costly, free, and knows no end. 
They who once his kindness prove 
Find it everlasting love. 

2 Which of all our friends, to save us, 

Could or would have shed their blood ? 
But our Jesus died to have us 

Reconciled in him to God. 
This was boundless love indeed ; 
Jesus is a Friend in need. 

3 When he lived on earth abased, 

Friend of sinners was his name ; 
Now, above all glory raised, 

He rejoices in the same : 
Still he calls them brethren, friends, 
And to all their wants attends. 

4 Could we bear from one another 

What he daily bears from us ? 
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 

Loves us though we treat him thus : 
Though for good we render ill, 
He accounts us brethren still. 

5 Oh for grace our hearts to soften ! 

Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; 
We, alas ! forget too often 

What a Friend we have above : 
But when home our souls are brought, 
We will love thee as we ought. 

John Newton, 1779* 



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CHRIST,— HIS CHARACTERS. 



31 1 • L . M. 

1 Thou hidden source of calm repose, 

Thou all-sufficient Love divine, 
My help and refuge from my foes. 

Secure I am if thou art mine : 
And lo ! from sin, and grief, and shame, 
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name. 

2 Thy mighty name salvation is, 

And keeps my happy soul above ; 
Comfort it brings, and power and peace, 

And joy, and everlasting love : 
To me, with thy dear name, are given 
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 

3 Jesus, my all in all thou art ; 

My rest in toil, my ease in pain ; 
The med'cine of my broken heart ; 

In war, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; 
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; 
In shame, my glory and my crown ; 

4 In want, my plentiful supply ; 

In weakness, my almighty power ; 
In bonds, my perfect liberty ; 

My light in Satan's darkest hour ; 
In grief, my joy unspeakable ; 
My life in death, my all in all. 

Charles Wesley, X74*- 



0l8. L. BC 

1 O Love of God, how strong and true ! 
Eternal and yet ever new, 
Uncomprehended and unbought, 
Beyond all knowledge and all thought, 

220 



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2 We read thee best in him who came 
To bear for us the cross of shame ; 
Sent by the Father from on high, 
Our life to live, our death to die, 

°« We read thy power to bless and save 
E'en in the darkness of the grave ; 
Still more in resurrection light 
We read the fulness of thy might. 

4 O Love of God, our shield and stay, 
Through all the perils of our way : 
Eternal Love, in thee we rest, 
For ever safe, forever blest ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1861. 
'JI L. M. 

1 There is none other name than thine, 
Jehovah Jesus ! name divine ! 

On which to rest for sins forgiven, 
For peace with God, for hope of heaven. 

2 There is none other name than thine, 
When cares, and fears, and griefs are 

mine, 

That, with a gracious power, can heal 
Each care, and fear, and grief I feel. 

3 There is none other name than thine, 
When called my spirit to resign. 

To bear me through that latest strife, 
And e'en in death to be my life. 

4 Name above every name ! thy praise 
Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
Jehovah Jesus ! name divine, 

Rock of salvation ! thou art mine. 

Anon. 1858. 

o20. C. P. M. 

3 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 
Oh. could I sound the glories forth. 

Which in my Saviour shine, 
Fd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
221 



CHRIST, -77/ !f CHARACTERS. 



And vie with Gabriel while he sings 
In notes almost divine. 

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin and wrath divine ! 
I'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
In which all -perfect, heavenly dress 

My soul shall ever shine. 

3 I'd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of love he wears, 

Exalted on his throne : 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all his glories known. 

4 Well, the delightful day will come, 
When my dear Lord will bring me home, 

And I shall see his face : 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend. 

Triumphant in his grace. 

Samuel Medley, 1789. 

321 # c. p. H. 

1 O thou who hast redeemed of old, 
And bidst me of thy strength lay hold, 

And be at peace with thee, 
Help me thy benefits to own, 
And hear me tell what thou hast done, 

dying Lamb ! for me. 

2 Out of myself for help I go, 
Thy only love resolved to know, 

Thy love my plea I make ; 
Give me thy love, 'tis all I claim ; 
Give, for the honor of thy name, 

Give, for thy mercy's sake. 

3 Love, only love, thy heart inclined. 
And brought thee, Saviour of mankind, 

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Down from thy throne above : 
Love made my God a man of grief, 
Distressed thee sore for my relief : 

Oh, mystery of love ! 

4 As thou hast loved and died for me, 
So grant me, Saviour, love to thee, 

And gladly I resign 
Whate'er I have, whatever I am : 
My hfe be all with thine the same, 

And all thy death be mine. 

Charles Wesley, *749- 
Oil. L. M 

1 Awakk. my soul, in joyful lays. 
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise 
He justly claims a song from me. 
His loving-kindness is so free. 

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; 
He saved me from my lost estate, 
His loving-kindness is so great. 

3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, 
Where earth and hell my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along. 

His loving-kindness is so strong. 

4 "When earthly friends forsake me quite 
And I have neither skill nor might, 
He 's sure my helper to appear, 

His loving-kindness is so near. 

5 Often I feel my sinful heart 
Prone from my Jesus to depart ; 
And though I oft have him forgot, 
His loving-kindness changes not. 

6 So when I pass death's gloomy vale, 
And life and mortal powers shall fail, 
Oh. may my last expiring breath 
His loving-kindness sing in death! 



CHRIST,— HIS CHARACTERS. 



7 Then shall I mount and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day ; 
Then shall I sing with sweet surprise 
His loving-kindness in the skies ! 

Samuel Medley, 1787- 
DZO, L. M. 

1 Hail, sovereign love, that first began 
The scheme to rescue fallen man ! 
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, 
That gave my soul a hiding-place ! 

2 Against the God that rules the sky 
I fought with hand uplifted high ; 
Despised the mention of his grace, 
Too proud to seek a hiding-place. 

3 Enwrapped in thick Egyptian night, 
And fond of darkness more than light, 
Madly I ran the sinful race, 

Secure, without a hiding-place. 

4 Indignant justice stood in view, 
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ; 

But justice cried, with frowning face, 
This mountain is no hiding-place. 

5 Ere long a heavenly voice I heard, 
And Mercy's angel form appeared ; 
She led me on, with placid pace, 
To Jesus as my hiding-place. 

6 On him almighty vengeance fell, 
That must have sunk a world to hell ; 
He bore it for the chosen race, 

And thus became their hiding-place. 

7 A few more rolling suns at most 
Will land me on fair Canaan's coast, 
Where I shall sing the song of grace. 
And see my glorious hiding-place. 

J ehoiada Brewer, 

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32t. 

1 Now begin the heavenly theme, 
Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; 

Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye who see the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praise and bless redeeming love. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears 5 
Banish ail your guilty fears ; 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Cancelled by redeeming love. 

4 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
Willing slaves of death and sin, 
Now from bliss no longer rove, 
Stop and taste redeeming love. 

5 Welcome all by sin opprest, 
Welcome to his sacred rest ; 
Nothing brought him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

6 Hither, then, your music bring; 
Strike aloud each joyful string: 
Mortals, join the host above, 
Join to praise redeeming love. 

Martin Madan, 17^3- 
325, 7a. 

1 Holy Jesus, Saviour blest, 
When, by passion strong possest, 
Through this world of sin we stray, 
Thou to guide us art the Way. 

2 Holy Jesus, when like night 
Error dims our clouded sight, 
Through the mists of sin to shine, 
Thou dost rise the Truth divine. 

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3 Holy Jesus, when our power 
Fails us in temptation's hour, 
All unequal to the strife, 
Thou to aid us* art the Life. 

4 Who would reach his heavenly home-. 
Who would to the Father come. 
And his glorious presence see, 
Jesus, he must come by thee. 

Bishop Richard Slant, 1S37. 

326. 

1 Christ, whose glory fills the sky, 

Christ the true, the only Light, 
Sun of righteousness, arise, 

Triumph o'er the shades of night ; 
Day-spring from on high, be near ; 
Day-star, in my heart appear. 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 

Unaccompanied by thee ; 
Joyless is the day's return, 

Till thy mercy's beams I see 7 
Till they inward light impart. 
Glad my eyes and warm my heart. 

3 Visit, then, this soul of mine ; 

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; 
Fill me. Radiancy divine ; 

Scatter all my unbelief ; 
More and more thyself display, 
Shining to the perfect day. 

Charles Wesley, i74°- 

32 ( . cm. 

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds. 
And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

And calms the troubled breast ; 

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'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Dear Name ! the Rock on which I build, 

My Shield and Hiding-place, 
My never-failing Treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace ! 

4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 

Although with sin defiled ; 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am owned a child. 

5 Jesus ! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 

My Prophet, Priest, and King; 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 

7 Till then I would thy love proclaim 

With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

John Newton, 1779* 

328c c. m. 

1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing 

My great Redeemer's praise ; 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace. 

2 My gracious Master, and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of thy name. 

3 Jesus ! the name that charms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 
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4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, 

He sets the pris'ner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood availed for me. 

5 He speaks, and, listening to his voice, 

New life the dead receive ; 
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice : 
The humble poor believe. 

6 Hear him, ye deaf ; his praise, ye dumb, 

Your loosened tongues employ ; 
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come ; 
And leap, ye lame, for joy. 

Charles Wesley, 1740- 

329. C. M. 

1 Come, heavenly love, inspire my song 

With thy immortal flame, 
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue, 
The Saviour's lovely name. 

2 The Saviour ! oh, what endless charms 

Dwell in that blissful sound ! 
Its influence every fear disarms, 
And spreads sweet comfort round. 

3 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, 

In rich effusion flow, 
For guilty rebels lost in sin, 
And doomed to endless woe. 

4 The almighty Former of the skies 

Stooped to our vile abode ; 
While angels viewed with wondering eyes, 
And hailed th' incarnate God. 

5 Oh, the rich depths of love divine ! 

Of bliss, a boundless store ! 
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine : 
I cannot wish for more. 
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6 On thee alone my hope relies ; 
Beneath thy cross I fall ; 
My Lord, ray life, my sacrifice, 
My Saviour, and my all ! 

Anne Steele, 1760* 

330. 0. m. 

1 Jesus, the name high over all, 

In hell, or earth, or sky ; 
Angels and men before it fall, 
And devils fear and fly. 

2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, 

The name to sinners given ; 
It scatters all their guilty fear ; 
It turns their hell to heaven. 

3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, 

And bruises Satan's head ; 
Power into strengthless souls he speaks, 
And life into the dead. 

4 Oh, that the world might taste and see 

The riches of his grace ; 
The arms of love that compass me, 
Would all mankind embrace. 

5 His only righteousness I show, 

His saving truth proclaim : 
'Tis all my business here below, 
To cry, Behold the Lamb ! 

6 Happy, if with my latest breath 

I may but gasp his name ; 
Preach him to all, and cry in death, 
Behold, behold the Lamb ! 

Charles Wesley, I 74°* 
L» Psalm 71. O. M. 

1 My Saviour, my Almighty Friend, 
When I begin thy praise, 
Where will the growing numbers end, 
The numbers of thy grace ! 

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2 Thou art my everlasting trust, 

Thy goodness I adore ; 
And since I knew thy graces first, 
I speak thy glories more. 

3 My feet shall travel all the length 

Of the celestial road, 
And march with courage in thy strength 
To see my Father, God. 

4 When I am filled with sore distress 

For some surprising sin, 
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, 
And mention none but thine. 

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 

The victories of my King ! 
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 
Shall thy salvation sing. 

Isaac Watts, i7 r 9- 

332. c m. 

1 Jesus, thou art my Righteousness, 

For all my sins were thine ; 
Thy death hath bought of God my peace, 
Thy life hath made him mine. 

2 Spotless and just in thee I am ; 

I feel my sins forgiven ; 
I taste salvation in thy name, 
And antedate my heaven. 

3 Forever here my rest shall be, 

Close to thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope, and all my plea, 
For me the Saviour died ! 

4 My dying Saviour and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin, 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
And cleanse and keep me clean ! 

5 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; 

Wash me, and mine thou art ; 

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Wash me, but not my feet alone : 
My hands, my head, my heart ! 

G TV atonement of thy blood apply, 
Till faith to sight improve ; 
Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul be love. 

Charles Wesley, *74°- 

333. c. m. 

1 To our Redeemer's glorious name 

Awake the sacred song; 
Oh, may hie love, immortal flame, 
Tune every heart and tongue. 

2 His love what mortal thought can reach, 

What mortal tongue display ! 
Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 Let wonder still with love unite, 

And gratitude and joy ; 
Jesus be our supreme delight, 
His praise our blest employ. 

4 Jesus who left his throne on high, 

Left the bright realms of bliss, 
And came to earth to bleed and die, — 
Was ever love like this ? 

5 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 

Our humble thanks to thee, 
May every heart with rapture say, 
" The Saviour died for me ! " 

6 Oh may the sweet, the blissful theme, 

Fill every heart and tongue, 
Till strangers love thy charming name. 
And join the sacred song. 

Anne S-cel?, ^l f <^ 

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334r # c. M. 

1 I've found the pearl of greatest price ! 

My heart doth sing for joy ; 
And sing I must, for Christ is mine ! 
Christ shall my song employ. 

2 Christ is my Prophet. Priest, and King ; 

My Prophet full of light. 
My great High Priest before the throne, 
My King of heavenly might. 

3 For he indeed is Lord of lords, 

And he the Kino: of kings ; 

He is the Sun of Righteousness, 

With healing in his wings. 

© © 

4 Christ is my peace ; he died for me, 

For me he gave his blood, 
And as my wondrous Sacrifice 
Offered himself to God. 

5 Christ Jesus is my All in All, 

My comfort and my love ; 
My life below, and he shall be 
My joy and crown above. 

John Mason, 16S3. 

33o. l. :m. 

1 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress : 
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day. 
For who aught to my charge shall lay ? 
Fully absolved through these I am. 
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 

3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, 
Who from the Father's bosom came, 
Who died for me, e'en me to atone. 
Now for my Lord and God I own. 

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4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, 
Which, at the mercy-seat of God, 
Forever doth for sinners plead. 
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed. 

5 Lord, I believe were sinners more 
Than sand upon the ocean shore, 
Thou hast for all a ransom paid, 
For all a full atonement made. 

6 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
Thus all heaven's armies bought with 

blood, 

Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim. 
Sinners, the chief of whom I am. 

7 Jesus, be endless praise to thee. 
"Whose boundless mercy hath for me, 
For me and all thy hands have made, 
An everlasting ransom paid. 

Count Zinzendorf, *739 ; tr. by John We$ley> i74°- 

3d 6. l. m. 

1 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 

Became a man of griefs for me ; 
In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
That I through him enriched might be 

2 Though Lord of all, above, below, 

He went to Olivet for me ; 
There drank my cup of wrath and woe, 
When bleeding in Gethsemane. 

3 The ever-blessed Son of God 

Went up to Calvary for me ; 
There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
In his own body on the tree. 

4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies. 

Went down into the grave for me ; 
There overcame my enemies. 
There won the glorious victory. 
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5 'T is finished all : the veil is rent, 

The welcome sure, the access free ; 
Now, then, we leave our banishment, 
O Father, to return to thee ! 

Horatius Bonar, ^57' 

33T. c. m. 

1 The Son of God ! the Lord of Life ; 

How wondrous are his ways ! 
Oh for a harp of thousand strings, 
To sound abroad his praise ! 

2 How passing strange, to leave the seat 

Of heaven's eternal throne. 
And hosts of glittering seraphim, 
For guilty man alone ! 

3 And did he bow his sacred head, 

And die a death of shame ? 
Let men and angels magnify 
And bless his holy name ! 

4 Oh let us live in peace and love, 

And cast away our pride, 
And crucify our sins afresh, 
As he was crucified ! 

5 He rose again ; then let us rise 

From sin, and Christ adore, 
And dwell in peace with all mankind, 
And tempt the Lord no more ! 

6 The Son of God ! the Lord of Life ! 

How wondrous are his ways ! 
Oh for a harp of thousand strings 
To sound abroad his praise ! 

George Mogr idge, 1851. 

338. c. m. 

1 Praise to the radiant Source of bliss, 
Who gives the blind their sight, 
And scatters round their wondering eyes 
A flood of sacred light. 

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CHRIST,— HIS CHARACTERS. 



2 In paths unknown he leads them on 

To his divine abode. 
And shows new miracles of grace 
Through all the heavenly road. 

3 The ways all rugged and perplexed 

He renders smooth and straight, 
And strengthens every feeble knee 
To march to Zion's gate. 

4 Through all the path Fll sing his name, 

Till I the mount ascend, [more, 
Where toils and storms are known no 
And anthems never end ! 

Philip Doddridge, J 755- 

339. John xiv. 6. C. M. 

1 Thou art the Way ; to thee alone 

From sin and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth ; thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst inform the mind 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life ; the rending tomb 

Proclaims thy conquering arm. 
And those who put their trust in thee 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way. the Truth, the Life ; 

Grant us that way to know, 
That truth to keep, that life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 

George W. Boone, 1824. 

340. 

1 Christ, our true and only light, 
Illumine those who sit in night ; 
Let those afar now hear thy voice, 
And in thy fold with us rejoice. 

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CHRIST,— HIS CHARACTERS. 



2 Fill with the radiance of thy grace 
The souls now lost in error's maze, 
And all in whom their secret mind 
Some dark delusion hurts and blinds. 

3 And all who else have strayed from thee 
Oh, gently seek; thy healing be 

To every wounded conscience given, 
And let them also share thy heaven. 

4 Oh make the deaf to hear thy word, 
And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, 
Who dare not yet the faith avow, 
Though secretly they hold it now. 

5 Shine on the darkened and the cold, 
Recall the wanderers from thy fold, 
Unite those now who walk apart. 
Confirm the weak and doubting heart. 

6 So they, with us, may evermore 

Such grace with wondering thanks adore ; 
And endless praise to thee be given, 
By all tby church in earth and heaven. 

Johann Hcermann, 1653; tr. by C. Winhworth. 
341. L. M. 

1 Jesus, the Shepherd of the sheep, 

Thy little flock in safety keep, [heaven, 
The flock for which thou cam's t from 
The flock for which thy life was given. 

2 Thou saw'st them wandering far from 
Secure, as if from danger free ; [thee, 
Thy love did all their wanderings trace, 
And brought them to a wealthy place. 

3 Oh guard thy sheep from beasts of prey, 
And guide them that they never stray ; 
Cherish the young, sustain the old, 

Let none be feeble in thy fold. 
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CHRIST, 



-HIS CHARACTERS. 



4 Secure them from the scorching beam, 
And lead them to the living stream ; 
In verdant pastures let them lie, 

And watch them with a shepherd's eye. 

5 Oh. may thy sheep discern thy voice, 
And in its sacred sound rejoice ; 
From strangers may they ever flee, 
And know no other guide but thee. 

6 Lord, bring thy sheep that wander yet, 
And let the number be complete : 
Then let thy flock from earth remove, 
And occupy the fold above. 

Thomas Kelly, 1804- 1836. 

342. l. m. 

1 When, marshalled on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky, 
One star alone of all the train 

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks 
From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks, 
It is the Star of Bethlehem. 

2 Once on the raging seas I rode, 

The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 
Deep horror then my vitals froze ; 
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; 
When suddenly a star arose, 
It was the Star of Bethlehem ! 

3 It was my guide, my light, my all ; 
It bade my dark forebodings cease, 
And through the storm and danger's thrall 
It led me to the port of peace. ^ 
Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 

I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
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For ever and for evermore, 
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! 

Henry Kirke White, 1806. 
• L. M. Double. 

1 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone, 
He that I placed my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way till him I view. 
The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment, 
The King's highway of holiness, 

I'll go, for all the paths are peace. 

2 This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourned because I found it not ; 
My grief, my burden, long have been 
Because I could not cease from sin. 
The more I strove against its power, 
I sinned and stumbled but the more ; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

" Come hither, soul, for I'm the Way ! " 

3 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, dear Lamb 
Shalt take me to thee as I am : 
Nothing but sin I thee can give ; 

Yet help me, and thy praise Til live : 
I'll tell to all poor sinners round 
What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, " Behold the way to God ! " 

John Cemiick, 1743* 

344. c m. 

1 O Jesus ! King most wonderful, 

Thou Conqueror renowned ; 
Thou sweetness most ineffable, 
In whom all joys are found ; 

2 When once thou visitest the heart. 

Then truth begins to shine, 
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CHRIST,— HIS CHARACTERS. 



Then earthly vanities depart, 
Then kindles love divine* 

3 O Jesus, Light of all below : 

Thou Fount of life and fire ! 
Surpassing all the joys we know 
All that we can desire ; 

4 May every heart confess thy name. 

And ever thee adore ; 
And, seeking thee, itself inflame 
To seek thee more and more. 

5 Thee may our tongues forever biess ; 

Thee may we love alone ; 
And ever in our life express 
The image of thine own. 

Bernard of C!airvaux, II 53; tr.E. Caswall., 849. 

34-0. 0. to. 

1 Ixfixite excellence is thine, 

Thou lovely Prince of grace ! 
Thy uncreated beauties shine 
With never-fading rays. 

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, 

Come bending at thy feet ; 
To thee their prayers and vows asceni, 
In thee their wishes meet. 

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed, 

Delights the church around ; 
Sweetly the sacred odors spread 
Through all Tmmanuers ground. 

4 Millions of happy spirits live 

On thy exhaustless store ; 
From thee they all their bliss receive, 
And still thou givest more. 

5 Thou art their triumph and their joy ; 

They find their all in thee ; 
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CHRIST, -HIS CHARACTERS. , 



Thy glories will their tongues employ 
Through all eternity. 

John Fawcett, 1782. 

346. cm. 

1 To Him that loved the souls of men, 

4nd washed us in his blood, 
To royal honors raised our head, 
And made us priests to God ; 

2 To him let every tongue be praise, 

And every heart be love, 
All grateful honors paid on earth, 
And nobler songs above \ 

3 Behold, on flying clouds he comes ! 

His saints shall bless the day, 
While they that pierced him sadly mourn 
In anguish and dismay. 

4 Thou art the First, and thou the Last : 

Time centres all in thee, 
The almighty God, who was and is, 
And evermore shall be. 

Isaac Watts, *7°9- 

347. s. m. 

1 To praise our Shepherd's care, 

His wisdom, love, and might, 
Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, 
And bid the world unite. 

2 Supremely good and great, 

He tends his blood-bought fold; 
He stoops, tho' throned in highest statej 
The feeblest to uphold. 

3 He hears their softest plaint ; 

He sees them when they roam ; 
And if his meanest lamb should faint, 
His bosom bears it home. 

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4 Kind Shepherd of the sheep, 

A weakly flock are we ; 
And snares and foes are nigh ; but keep 
The lambs who look to thee. 

5 And if through death's dark vale 

Our feet shall early tread, 
Oh, may we reach thy fold, and hail 
The love which us hath led ! 

William H. Havergal, 1868. 

348. s. m 

1 While my Redeemer's near, 

My Shepherd and my Guide, 
I bid farewell to anxious fear ; 
My wants are all supplied. 

2 To ever-fragrant meads, 

Where rich abundance grows, 
His gracious hand indulgent leads, 
And guards my sweet repose. 

3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray, 

My wandering feet restore ; 
To thy fair pastures guide my way, 
And let me rove no more. 

Anne Steele* 1760. 

349. s. m 

1 I bless the Christ of God, 

I rest on love divine, 
And with unfaltering lip and heart, 
I call this Saviour mine. 

2 His cross dispels each doubt ; 

I bury in his tomb 
Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
Each lingering shade of gloom. 

3 I praise the God of peace ; 

I trust his truth and might ; 
He calls me his, I call him mine, 
My God, my jov, my light. 
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4 In him is only good, 

In me is only ill ; 
My ill but draws his goodness forth, 
And me he loveth still. 

5 'T is he who saveth me. 

And freely pardon gives : 
I love because he loveth me ; 
I live because he lives. 

G My life with him is hid, 

My death has passed away. 
My clouds have melted into light, 
My midnight into day. 

Horatius Bonar, 1863. 



CHRIST,-HIS PRAISE. 

350. s. m, 

1 Jesus, the Lamb of God, 

Who us from hell to raise 
Hast shed thy reconciling blood, 
^Ve give thee endless praise. 

2 God. and yet man, thou art ! 

True God, true man art thou ; 
Of man. and of man's earth a part- 
One with us thou art now. 

3 Great Sacrifice for sin, 

Giver of life for life, 
Eestorer of the peace within, 
True ender of the strife ; 

4 To thee, the Christ of God, 

Thy saints exulting sing ; 
The hearer of our heavy load, 
Oar own anointed King. 

5 True lover of the lost. 

From heaven thou earnest down, 

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CHRIST,— HIS PRAISE. 



To pay for souls the righteous cost, 
And claim them for thine own. 

6 Rest of the weary, thou ! 

To thee our rest we come ; 
In thee to find our dwelling now, 
Our everlasting home. 

Horatius Bonar, 1861. 

351 • s. m. 

1 Awake, and sing the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
Wake every heart and every tongue, 
To praise the Saviour's name. 

2 Sing of his dying love ; 

Sing of his rising power ; 
Sing how he intercedes above 
For those whose sins he bore. 

3 Sing till we feel our heart 

Ascending with our tongue ; 
Sing till the love of sin depart, 
And grace inspires our song. 

4 Sing on your heavenly way, 

Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; 
Sing on, rejoicing every day 
In Christ the eternal King. 

5 Soon shall ye hear him say, 

" Ye blessed children, come ; " 
Soon will he call you hence away, 
And take his wanderers home. 

6 Soon shall our raptured tongue 

His endless praise proclaim, 
And sweeter voices tune the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb. 

William Hammond, 1745. 

352. 

1 To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue 
Its noblest tribute bring ; 
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CHRIST,— HIS PRAISE. 



"When he's the subject of the song, 
Who can refuse to sing? 

2 Survey the beauties of his face, 

And on his glories dwell ; 
Think of the wonders of his grace, 
And all his triumphs tell. 

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon his awful brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crowned, 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

4 No mortal can with him compare 

Among the sons of men ; 
Fairer he is than all the fair 
That fill the heavenly train. 

5 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 

He flew to my relief ; 
For me he bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

6 To heaven, the place of his abode, 

He brings my weary feet ; 
Shows me the glories of my God, 
And makes my joys complete. 

7 Since from his bounty I receive 

Such proofs of love divine, 
Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord, they should all be thine ! 

Samuel Stennett, 1772. 

3o3» c. m. 

1 We sing to thee, thou Son of God, 

Fountain of life and grace ; 
We praise thee, Son of Man, whose blood 
Redeemed our fallen race. 

2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Who art by heaven and earth adored, 
Worthy o'er both to reign. 
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3 To thee all angels cry aloud, 

Through heaven's extended coasts, 
Hail ! Holy, Holy, Holy Lord 
Of glory and of hosts ! 

4 The prophets' goodly fellowship, 

In radiant garments drest, 
Praise thee, thou Son of God, and reap 
The fulness of thy rest. 

The apostles' glorious company 

Thy righteous praise proclaim ; 
The martyred army glorify 
Thine everlasting name. 

6 Throughout the world, thy churches join 

To call on thee, their Head, 
Brightness of Majesty Divine, 
Who every power hast made. 

7 Among their number, Lord, we love 

To sing thy precious blood : 
Reign here and in the worlds above, 
Thou holy Lamb of God ! 

John Cennick, 1743. 
3o4r. L. M. 

1 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, 

In heaven or earth the Lord of all ; 
Ye princes, rulers, powers obey, 
And low before his footstool fall. 

2 The deed was done ; the Lamb was slain, 

The groaning earth the burden bore ; 
He rose, he lives, he lives to reign, 
Nor time shall shake his endless power. 

3 From heaven, from earth, loud bursts of 

praise 

The mighty blessings shall proclaim ; 
Blessings that earth to glory raise, 
The purchase of the wounded Lamb. 

245 



CHRIST, — HIS PRAISE. 

t Higher, still higher swell the strain, 
Creation's voice the note prolong ; 
The Lamb shall ever, ever reign : 
Let hallelujahs crown the song. 

Walter Shirley, 1774. 

355. l. m. 

1 Now let us join with hearts and tongues, 
And emulate the angels' songs ; 

Yea, sinners may address their King 
In songs that angels cannot sing. 

2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain ; 
But we can add a higher strain : 

Not only say he suffered thus, 
But that he suffered all for us. 

3 Jesus, who passed the angels by, 
Assumed our flesh to bleed and die ; 
And still he makes it his abode : 
As man he fills the throne of God. 

4 Our next of kin, our brother now, 
Is he to whom the angels bow ; 
They join with us to praise his name, 
And we the nearest interest claim. 

5 But, ah ! how faint our praises rise ! 
Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies, 
That we, who share his richest love, 
So cold and unconcerned should prove, 

6 Oh, glorious hour ! it comes with speed, 
When we, from sin and darkness freed, 
Shall see the God who died for man, 
And praise him more than angels can. 

John Newton, *779' 

356. l. m. 

1 O Christ, the Lord of heaven, to thee, 
Clothed with all majesty divine, 
Eternal power and glory be ; 
Eternal praise of right is thine. 
246 



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2 Reign, Frince of life, who once thy brow 

Didst yield to wear the wounding 
thorn ; 

Reign, throned beside the Father now, 
Adored the Son of God first-born. 

3 From angel hosts that round thee stand, 

With forms more pure than spotless 
snow, 

From the bright, burning seraph band, 
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow. 

4 To thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 

Born of deep, fervent love, shall rise ; 
All honor to thy name belongs, 

Our lips would sound it to the skies. 

5 Jesus ! all earth shall speak the word ; 

Jesus ! all heaven shall sound it still ; 
Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord, 
Thy praise the universe shall fill. 

Ray Palmer, 1867. 

357. Rev. v. 9-13. L. M. 

1 Come, let us sing the song of songs — 

The saints in heaven began the strain; 
The homage which to Christ belongs : 
u Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, 

To cleanse from every sinful stain, 
And make us kings and priests to God — 
M Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !" 

3 To him who suffered on the tree, 

Our souls, at his souPs price, to gain, 
Blessing, and praise, and glory be : 
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

4 To him, enthroned by filial right, 

All power in heaven and earth proclaim, 
Honor, and majesty, and might : 

" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 
2-47 



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5 Long as we live, and when we die, 

And while in heaven with him we reign, 
This song our song of songs shall be : 
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! 99 

James Montgomery. 
358. L. M. 

1 Now let us raise our cheerful strains, 

And join the blissful choir above ; 
There our exalted Saviour reigns, 

And there they sing his wondrous love. 

2 While seraphs tune the immortal song, 

Oh may we feel the sacred flame, 
And every heart and every tongue 
Adore the Saviour's glorious name. 

3 Jesus, who once upon the tree 

In agonizing pains expired, 
Who died for rebels — yes, 'tis he ! 
How bright ! how lovely ! how admired ! 

4 Jesus, who died that we might live, 

Died in the wretched traitor's place ; 
Oh what returns can mortals give 
For such unmeasurable grace ! 

5 Were universal nature ours, 

And art with all her boasted store, 
Nature and art with all their powers 
Would still confess the offerer poor. 

6 Yet, though for bounty so divine 

We ne'er can equal honors raise, 
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine, 
And all our tongues proclaim thy praise. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

*3o9. h. m. 

1 Shall hymns of grateful love 

Through heaven's high arches ring, 
And all the hosts above 

Their songs of triumph sing ; 
248 



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And shall not we take up the strain, 
And send the echo back again ? 

2 Shall every ransomed tribe 

Of Adam's scattered race 
To Christ all power ascribe, 

Who saved them by his grace ? 
And shall not we take up the strain, 
And send the echo back again ? 

Shall they adore the Lord, 

Who bought them with his blood, 
And all the love record 

That led them home to God ; 
And shall not we take up the strain, 
And send the echo back again ! 

James J. Cummins, 1849. 

360. us. 

1 Ye servants of God your Master proclaim, 
And publish abroad his wonderful name ; 
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious and rules over all. 

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; 
Yet still he is nigh, his presence we have ; 
The great congregation his triumph shall 

sing, 

Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 " Salvation to God who sits on the throne," 
Let all cry aloud and honor the Son ; 
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
Fall down on their faces, and worship the 

Lamb. 

4 Then let us adore, and give him his right. 
All glory and power, and wisdom and 

might, 

All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite 

love. Charles Wesley, i 74 ~. 

243 



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361. 

1 Glory to God on high, 
Let praises fill the sky ! 

Praise ye his name. 
Angels his name adore, 
Who all our sorrows bore, 
And saints cry evermore, 

" Worthy the Lamb ! " 

2 All they around the throne 
Cheerfully join in one, 

Praising his name. 
"We who have felt his blood 
Sealing our peace with God, 
Spread his dear fame abroad : 

- Worthy the Lamb ! " 

3 Join all the human race, 
Our Lord and God to bless ; 

Praise ye his name ! 
In him we will rejoice, 
Making a cheerful noise, 
And say with heart and voice, 

M Worthy the Lamb ! " 

4 Though we must change our place, 
Our souls shall never cease 

Praising his name ; 
To him we'll tribute bring, 
Laud him our gracious King, 
And without ceasing sing, 

« Worthy the Lamb ! " 

James A lien „ z-j6z, 

1 Co3iE. all ye saints of God. 
Through all the earth abroad, 

Spread Jesus' fame : 
Tell what his love hath done ; 
Trust in his name alone ; 
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THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



Shout to his lofty throne, 
" Worthy the Lamb ! 99 

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ! 
Dry up your mournful tears ; 

Join our glad theme : 
Beauty for ashes bring ; 
Strike each melodious string ; 
Join heart and voice to sing, 

« Worthy the Lamb ! " 

3 Hark ! how the choirs above, 
Filled with the Saviour's love, 

Dwell on his name ! 
There, too, may we be found, 
With light and glory crowned, 
While all the heavens resound, 

" Worthy the Lamb ! " 

James Boden, 1801. 

THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

363. c. i 

1 Great Father of each perfect gift, 

Behold thy servants wait ; 
With longing eyes and lifted hands, 
We flock around thy gate. 

2 Oh shed abroad that royal gift, 

Thy Spirit from above, 
To bless our eyes with sacred light, 
And fire our hearts with love. 

"3 With speedy flight may he descend, 
And solid comfort bring, 
And o'er our languid souls extend 
His all-reviving wing. 

4 Blest earnest of eternal joy, 
Declare our sins forgiven ; 
And bear with energy divine 

Our raptured thoughts to heaven. 
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THE HOT Y SPIRIT. 



5 Diffuse. God. these copious showers, 
That earth its fruit may yield. 
And change this barren wilderness 
To Carrnel's flowery field. 

Philip Doddridge* 3736* 

364. CiL 

1 "Why should the children of a King 

Go mourning all their days ? 
Great Comforter, descend and bring 
Some tokens of thy grace. 

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, 

And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
When wilt thou banish my complaints. 
And show my sins forgiven ? 

3 Assure my conscience of her part 

In the Redeemers blood ; 
And bear thy witness with my heart 
That I am born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 

The pledge of joys to come : 
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
Will safe convey me home. 

Isaac Waits, J7°9- 

365. cut 

1 Spirit of truth ! on this thy day, 

To thee for help we cry, 
To guide us through the dreary way 
Of dark mortality. 

2 We ask not. Lord, thy cloven flame, 

Or tongues of various tone: 
But long thy praises to proclaim 
With fervor in our own. 

8 We mourn not that prophetic skill 
Is found on earth no more : 
Enough for us to trace thy will 
In Scripture's sacred lore, 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



4 Xo heavenly harpings soothe our ear, 

No mystic dreams we share ; 
Yet hope to feel thy comfort near, 
And bless thee in our prayer. 

5 When tongues shall cease, and power 

And knowledge empty prove, [decay s 
Do thou thy trembling servants stay, 
With faith, with hope, with love. 

Reginald Heber, 1827. 

366. cm, 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers, 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these trifling toys ; 
Our souls can neither fly nor go 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 

In vain we strive to rise ; 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 

At this poor, dying rate ! 
Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
And thine to us so great ! 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ! 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

Isaac Watts, *7°9- 

36 i . cm, 

1 Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord, 
The Holy Ghost send down ; 
Fulfil in us thy faithful word, 
And all thy mercies crown. 

253 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



2 Though on our heads no tongues of lire 

Their wondrous powers impart. 
Grant, Saviour, what we more desire, 
Thy Spirit in our heart. 

3 Spirit of life, and light, and love, 

Thy heavenly influence give ; 
Quicken our souls, born from above, 
In Christ that we may live. 

4 To our benighted minds reveal 

The glories of his grace, 
And bring us where no clouds conceal 
The brightness of his face. 

5 His love within us shed abroad, 

Life's ever-springing well. 
Till God in us, and we in God, 
In love eternal dwell. 

Thomas Haweis, I79 2 * 
36v5# C. M. 

1 Come. Holy Ghost ! in us arise ; 

Be this thy mighty hour ! 
And make thy willing people wise 
To know thy day of power. 

2 Pour down thy fire in us to glow, 

Thy might in us to dwell ; 
Again thy works of wonder show, 
Thy blessed secrets tell ! 

3 Bear us aloft, more glad, more strong, 

On thy celestial wing, 
And grant us grace to look and long 
For our returning Kins' 

4 He draweth near, he standeth by. 

He fills our eyes, our ears ; 
Come, King of Grace, thy people cry, 
And bring the glorious years ! 

Thomas H. GUI, iSfo. 

254 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



369. L. ZiL 

1 Eternal Spirit, we confess 

And sing the wonders of thy grace; 
Thy power conveys our blessings down 
From God the Father and the Son. 

1 Enlightened by thine heavenly ray. 
Our shades and darkness turn to day ; 
Thine inward teachings make us know 
Our danger and our refuge too. 

3 Thy power and glory work within. 
And break the chains of reigning sin, 
All our imperious lusts subdue, 
And form our wretched hearts anew. 

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice; 
Thy cheering words awake our joys ; 
Thy words allay the stormy wind, 

And calm the surges of the mind. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

370. l.m. 

1 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, 
And fill the coldest heart with love ; 
Soften to flesh the rugged stone, 

And let thy God-like power be known. 

2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes 
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise, 
While all their glowing souls are borne 
To seek that grace which now they scorn. 

3 Oh, let a holy flock await, 
Numerous, around thy temple-gate ; 
Each pressing on with zeal to be 
A living sacrifice to thee. 

4 In answer to our fervent cries, 
Give us to see thy church arise ; 
Or. if that blessing seem too great> 
Give us to mourn its low estate. 

Philip Doddridge, *755» 

255 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



3 f 1 . l :i 

1 Come, Creator-Spirit blest ! 
And in our souls take up thy rest ; 
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, 
To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 

2 Great Comforter ! to thee we cry ; 
highest gift of God most high ! 

Fount of life ! O Fire of love ! 
And sweet anointing from above ! . 

3 Kindle our senses from above, 

And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; 
With patience firm and virtue high, 
The weakness of our flesh supply. 

4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
And grant us thy true peace instead ; 
So shall we not, with thee for guide, 
Turn from the path of life aside. 

Tr. from the Latin by E. Caswall. 1849. 

372. s. m. 

1 Blest Comforter divine ! 

Let rays of heavenly love 
Amidst our gloom and darkness shine, 
And guide our souls above. 

2 Draw with thy still, small voice, 

From every sinful way ; 
And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
Though earthly joys decay. 

3 By thine inspiring breath 

Make every cloud of care, 
And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
A smile of glory wear. 

4 Oh, fill thou every heart 

With love to all our race ! 
Great Comforter, to us impart 
These blessings of thy grace. 

Anon. 

256 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



O ( Ot S M. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, come, 

Let thy bright beams arise ; 
Dispel the darkness from our minds, 
And open all our eyes. 

2 Revive our drooping faith, 

Our doubts and fears remove, 
And kindle in our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

3 Convince us of our sin, 

Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
And to our wondering view reveal 
The secret love of God. 

4 Show us that loving Man 

That rules the courts of bliss, 
The Lord of hosts, the mighty God, 
The eternal Prince of peace. 

5 'T is thine to cleanse the heart, 

To sanctify the soul, 
To pour fresh life in every part, 
And new-create the whole. 

6 Dwell, therefore, in our hearts, 

Our minds from bondage free ; 
Then we shall know and praise and lo"ve 
The Father, Son, and thee ! 

Joseph Hart, *759- 

374. s. m. 

1 The Holy Ghost is here, 

Where saints in prayer agree ; 
As Jesus' parting gift, he's near 
Each pleading company. 

2 Not far away is He, 

To be by prayer brought nigh ; 
But here in present majesty, 
As in his courts on high. 
257 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



3 He dwells within our soul, 

An ever-welcome Guest ; 
He reigns with absolute control 
As Monarch in the breast. 

4 Our bodies are his shrine, 

And he th' indwelling Lord : 
All hail, thou Comforter divine ! 
Be evermore adored. 

5 Obedient to thy will, 

We wait to feel thy power ; 
Lord of life, our hopes fulfil, 
And bless this hallowed hour. 

Charles H. Spurgeon, i866- 
370. 7s & 5». 

1 Holy Ghost, the Infinite ! 
Shine upon our nature's night 
With thy blessed inward light, 

Comforter divine ! 

2 We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord ; 
We are faint, thy strength afford ; 
Lost, until by thee restored, 

Comforter divine ! 

3 Like the dew thy peace distil ; 
Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
Things of Christ unfolding still, 

Comforter divine ! 

4 In us, for us, intercede, 

And with voiceless groanings plead 
Our unutterable need, 

Comforter divine ! 

5 In us " Abba, Father," cry. 
Earnest of our bliss on high, 
Seal of immortality, 

Comforter divine ! 
258 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



6 Search for us the depths of God, 
Bear us up the starry road 
To the height of thine abode, 
Comforter divine ! 

37b. l. if. 

1 Spirit of mercy, truth, and love, 
Oh shed thine influence from above ; 
And still through endless time convey 
The wonders of this sacred day. 

2 In every clime, by every tongue, 
Be God's surpassing glory sung ; 
Let all the listenino; earth be taught 
The wonders by our Saviour wrought. 

3 Unfailing comfort, heavenly Guide, 
Still in our longing hearts abide ; 
Still let mankind thy blessings prove, 
Spirit of mercy, truth, and love. 

Anon. x 775- 

3 ( i • L. M. 

1 Holy Ghost who down dost come 
To make each contrite heart thy home, 
On me descend ; within me dwell, 
My soul renew, my sin expel. 

2 Spirit of Truth who makest bright 
All souls that long for heavenly light, 
Appear and on my darkness shine, 
Descend and be my Guide Divine. 

3 Spirit of Power whose might doth dwell 
Full in the souls thou lovest well, 
Unto this fainting heart draw near, 
And be my daily Quickener. 

4 Spirit of Joy who makest glad 
Each broken heart by sin made sad, 
Pour on this mourning soul thy cheer ; 
Give me to bless my Comforter. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



5 Oh tender Spirit who dost mourn 
Whene'er from thee thy people turn, 
Give me each day to grieve thee less ; 
Enjoy my fuller faithfulness. 

6 Come mightier down ! Thyself impart 
More largely to this longing heart ; 
My Comforter more dearly be ; 
More sweetly guide and hallow me : 

7 Till thou shalt make me meet to bear 
The sweetness of heaven's holy air, 
The Kght wherein no darkness is, 
The eternal, overflowing bliss ! 

Thomas H. Gill, i860. 

378 • l. m. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, who ever one 
Art with the Father and the Son ; 
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess 
With thy full flood of holiness. 

2 In word and deed, by heart and tongue. 
With all our powers, thy praise be sung ; 
May love enwrap our mortal frame, 
And others catch the living flame. 

3 Almighty Father, hear our cry, 
Through Jesus Christ our Lord most high, 
Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee, 
Doth live and reign eternally. 

Ambrose, 34°-397 ; tr. by John H. Newman, 1836. 

3^9. c. p. m. 

1 Our Father ! we adore and praise 
Thy name for all thy wondrous grace 

To us in Jesus shown ; 
For all the gifts and blessings shed 
From Christ, our Saviour, Lord and Head 

Exalted to thy throne. 

260 



THE MOLY SPIRIT. 



2 The promised Comforter bestowed 
Now dwells in all the sons of God, 

And seals them thus thine own ; 
Through him we " Abba, Father " cry, 
With filial love to thee draw nigh, 

And worship at thy throne. 

3 Oh grant renewings of his grace, 
That all thy glory in the face 

Of Jesus we may see ; 
And as with unveiled face we view 
That glory, to his image true 

We may conformed be. 

4 Oh that we thus, through grace bestowed, 
In fellowship with thee, our God, 

And with thy saints may be ; 
And thus in blest communion prove 
The Father, Son, and Spirit's love, 

And yield ourselves to thee. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

380. c. p. m. 

1 Descend from heaven, celestial Dove; 
With flames of pure seraphic love 

Our ravished breasts inspire ; 
Fountain of joy, blest Paraclete, 
Warm our cold hearts with heavenly heat. 

And set our souls on fire. 

2 Breathe on these bones so dry and dead ; 
Thy sweetest, softest influence shed 

In all our hearts abroad. 
Point out the place where grace abounds ; 
Direct us to the bleeding wounds 

Of our incarnate God. 

3 Teach us for what to pray, and how ; 
And since, blest Spirit, only thou 

The throne of grace canst move, 

261 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



Pray thou for us that we, through faith, 
May feel the effects of Jesus' death. 
Through faith that works by love. 

4 Thou, with the Father and the Son, 
Art that mysterious Three in One, 

God blest for evermore ; 
Whom though we cannot comprehend, 
Feeling thou art the sinner's Friend, 

We love thee and adore. 

Joseph Hart, 1759. 

381 . a m. 

1 O Holy Spirit, come, 

And Jesus' love declare ; 
Oh tell us of our heavenly home, 
And guide us safely there. 

2 Our unbelief remove 

By thine almighty breath : 
Oh work the wondrous work of love, 
The mighty work of faith. 

3 Come with resistless power. 

Come with almighty grace. 
Come with the long-expected shower. 
And fall upon this place. 

4 Give us the melting soul. 

Give us the will subdued. 
Give us the streams of grace, to roll 
Over a heart renewed. 

We bless thee for thy grace, 

And thine almighty power ; 
We bless thee for thy holy place, 
And this accepted hour. 

Oswald Allm, i860 

382. a,K 

1 Lord God the Holy Ghost, 

In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost. 
Descend in all thv power ! 

262 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



2 We meet with one accord 

In our appointed place, 
And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all grace. 

3 Like mighty rushing wind 

Upon the waves beneath, 
Move with one impulse every mind, 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

4 The young, the old inspire 

With wisdom from above, 
And give us hearts and tongues of fire 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

5 Spirit of Truth, be thou 

In life and death our Guide ; 
Spirit of adoption, now 
May we be sanctified. 

James Montgomery, 1819. 

1 Descend, immortal Dove, 

Spread thy kind wings abroad ; 
And wrapt in flames of holy love 
Bear all my soul to God. 

2 Jesus, my Lord, reveal 

In charms of grace divine, 
And be thyself the sacred seal 
That pearl of price is mine. 

3 Behold, my heart expands 

To catch the heavenly fire, 
It longs to feel the gentle bands, 
And groans with strong desire. 

4 Thy love, my God, appears, 

And brings salvation down, 
My cordial through this vale of tears, 
In Paradise my crown. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755* 

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THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



384. 

1 Holy Ghost, with light divine, 
Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn my darkness into day. 

2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
Long hath sin, without control, 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 

3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
Bid my many woes depart, 

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 

4 Holy Spirit, all divine, 

Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
Cast down every idol-throne, 
Reign supreme, and reign alone. 

Andrew Reed, 1841. 
385. 7a. 

1 Holy Spirit, from on high 
Bend on us a pitying eye ; 
Animate the drooping heart ; 
Bid the power of sin depart. 

2 Light up every dark recess 
Of our heart's ungodliness ; 
Show us every devious way 
Where our steps have gone astray. 

3 Teach us, with repentant grief, 
Humbly to implore relief ; 
Then the Saviour's blood reveal, 
All our deep disease to heal. 

4 Other ground-work should we lay, 
Sweep those empty hopes away ; 
Make us feel that Christ alone 
Can for human guilt atone. 

264 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

5 May we daily grow in grace, 
And pursue the heavenly race, 
Trained in wisdom, led by love, 
Till we reach our rest above. 

W. H. Bathurst, 1831. 

386. fc 

1 Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
Breathe upon us from above ; 
And, with sweet, celestial fire, 
Zeal inflame, and love inspire. 

2 On this congregation pour 
Heavenly blessings, like a shower ; 
Streams of grace upon us shed; 
Teach the living, raise the dead. 

3 Bid each groundless doubt depart ; 
Bind up every broken heart ; 
Warm the frozen, cheer the faint, 
Feed and comfort every saint. 

4 Every soul do thou engage ; 
Every Christian's grief assuage ; 
Be our Counsellor and Guide ; 
Lead to Jesus crucified. 

Joseph Irons, 1847. 

387. l. m. 

1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 

Though I have done thee such despite : 
Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, 

And shaken off my guilty fears ; 
And vexed, and urged thee to depart, 
For many long rebellious years ; 

3 Though I have most unfaithful been 

Of all who e'er thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen. 
Ten thousand times thy goodness 

grieved : 

265 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



4 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare. 

In honor of my great High Priest ; 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear 
I shall not see thy people's rest. 

5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release ; 

Upraise me with thy gracious hand, 
And guide into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 

Charles Wesley, J 749- 

388. L . m. 

1 O Lord, and shall our fainting souls 

Thy just displeasure ever mourn? 
Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn. 
Will he no more to us return ? 

2 Great Source of light and peace, return, 

Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain ; 
Come, repossess these longiug hearts 
With all the graces of thy train. 

3 This temple, hallowed by thine hand, 

Once more be with thy presence blest ; 
Here be thy grace anew displayed, 
Be this thine everlasting rest ! 

Thomas Scott, i?75- 

389. L. M. 

1 Spirit of power and truth and love, 
Who sitt'st enthroned in light above, 
Descend and bear us on thy wings 
Far from these low and fleeting things. 

*2 Compass'd by foes on every side, 
By sin and sore temptation tried, 
Where can we look, or whither nee, 
If not, great Strengthener, to thee ? 

3 When faith is weak and courage fails, 
When grief or doubt our soul assails, 
Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer ? 
Great Comforter, be ever near. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



4 Like captives at their prison grate, 
We mourn our languishing estate ; 
Thou only canst our bonds untie ; 
Great Sanctifier, hear our cry. 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, like the fire, 
With burning zeal our souls inspire ; 
Come, like the south wind, breathing 

balm ; 

Our joys refresh, our passions calm. 

6 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam ; 
Come, like the cooling, cleansing stream; 
With all thy graces present be ; 

Spirit of God, we wait for thee. 

William L. Alexander, 1845. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
My sinful maladies remove ; 

Be thou my light, be thou my guide, 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

2 The light of truth to me display, 
That I may know and choose my way ; 
Plant holy fear within my heart, 
That I from God may ne'er depart. 

3 Conduct me safe, conduct me far 
From every sin and hurtful snare ; 
Lead me to God, my final rest, 

In his enjoyment to be blest. 

4 Lead me to Christ, the living way, 
Nor let me from his pastures stray : 
Lead me to heaven, the seat of bliss, 
Where pleasure in perfection is. 

5 Lead me to holiness, the road 

That I must take to dwell with God ; 
Lead to thy word, that rules must give, 
And sure directions how to live. 
267 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



6 Thus I, conducted still by thee, 
Of God a child beloved shall be, 
Here to his family pertain, 
Hereafter with him ever reign. 

Simon Browne t if>o- 

391. 

1 Come, blessed Spirit, source of light. 

Whose power andgrace areunconfmed, 
Dispel the gloomy shades of night, 
Remove the darkness of the mind. 

2 To mine illumined eyes display 

The glorious truth thy word reveals ; 
Chase prejudices far away, 

Unclasp the book, and loose the seals. 

3 By inward teachings make me know 

The mysteries of redeeming love, 
The vanity of things below. 
The excellence of things above. 

4 All through the dubious maze of life 

Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad ; 
Point out the dangers of the way, 
And guide my wandering feet to God. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 
39,2. L. M. 

1 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; 

'T is he sustains my fainting heart : 
Else would my hopes forever die, 
And every cheering ray depart. 

2 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine 

With ardent wish my heart aspires, 
Can it be less than power divine 
That animates these strong desires ? 

3 And when my cheerful hope can say 

I love my Goi and taste his grace, 
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray [peace ? 
Which brings this dawn of sacred 

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4 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart 
Forever dwell, God of love ; 
And light and heavenly peace impart, 
Sweet earnest of the joys above. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

393. 8s&4s, 

1 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 

His last farewell. 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
With us to dwell. 

2 He came in tongues of living flame, 

To teach, subdue ; 
All powerful as the wind he came, 
As viewless too. 

3 He comes, his graces to impart ; 

A willing guest. 
"While he can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

4 He breathes that gentle voice we hear, 

As breeze of even, [fear, 
That checks each fault, that calms each 
And speaks of heaven. 

5 And all the good that we possess, 

His gift we own ; 
Yea, every thought of holiness, 
And victory won. 

6 Spirit of purity and grace, 

Our weakness see ; 
Oh make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 
And worthier thee. 

Harriet Auber, 1829. 

394. 6s & 4a. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 
Shed on us from above 
Thine own bright ray : 
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THE SCRIPTURES. 



Divinely good thou art ; 
Thy sacred gifts impart 
To gladden each sad heart : 
Oh, come to-day. 

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best. 
Our most delightful guest, 

With soothing power : 
Rest, which the weary know, 
Shade 'mid the noontide glow, 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 

Cheer us, this hour. 

3 Come, Light serene and still, 
Our inmost bosoms fill, 

Dwell in each breast : 
We know no dawn but thine ; 
Send forth thy beams divine 
On our dark souls to shine, 

And make us blest. 

4 Come, all the faithful bless ; 
Let all who Christ confess, 

His praise employ ; 
Give virtue's rich reward ; 
Victorious death accord, 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

Eternal joy. 

Tr. from the Latin, by Ray Palmer, 1858. 



THE SCRIPTURES. 

395. Psalm 19. L. M. 

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 

In every star thy wisdom shines ; 
But when our eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 

And nights and days, thy power confess ; 

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But the blest volume thou hast writ 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 

Round the whole earth, and never stand; 
So when thy truth began its race, 

It touched and glanced on every land. 

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest [run 

Till through the world thy truth has 
Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ; 

Bless the dark world with heavenly 
light ; 

Thy gospel makes the simple wise ; 
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view 

In souls renewed and sins forgiven ; 
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, 
And make thy word my guide to 
heaven. 

Isaac Watts, i7*9- 

396. l. m. 

1 The starry firmament on high, 
And all the glories of the sky, 

Yet shine not to thy praise, Lord, 
So brightly as thy written word ; 
The hopes that holy word supplies, 
Its truths divine and precepts wise, 
In each a heavenly beam I see, 
And every beam conducts to thee. 

2 When, taught by painful proof to know 
That all is vanity below, 

The sinner roams from comfort far, 
And looks in vain for sun or star ; 
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Soft gleaming then those lights divine 
Through all the cheerless darkness shine, 
And sweetly to the ravished eye 
Disclose the Day-spring from on high. 

3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, 
The moon forget her nightly tale. 
And deepest silence hush on high 
The radiant chorus of the sky ; 
But fixed for everlasting years, 
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres, 
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, 
When heaven and earth have passed 
away. 

Sir Robert Grant, 1839. 
• Psalm 19. L. P. M. 

1 I loye the volume of thy word ; 
What light and joy these leaves afford 

To souls benighted and distrest ! 
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, 

Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 

2 From the discoveries of thy law 
The perfect rules of life I draw ; 

These are my study and delight ; 
Not honey so invites the taste, 
Nor gold that has the furnace passed 

Appears so pleasing to the sight. 

3 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering 

eyes, 

And w r arn me where my danger lies ; 

But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, 
That makes my guilty conscience clean, 
Converts my soul, subdues my sin, 

And gives a free, but large reward. 

4 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? 
My God, forgive my secret faults, 

And from presumptuous sins restrain ; 
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Accept my poor attempts to praise, 
That I have read thy book of grace, 
And book of nature, not in vain. 

Isaac Watts, 17 *9- 

398. 

1 Holt Bible ! book divine ! 
Precious treasure ! thou art mine : 
Mine to tell me whence I came ; 
Mine to teach me what I am ; 

2 Mine to chide me when I rove ; 
Mine to show a Saviour's love ; 
Mine art thou to guide my feet, 
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit; 

3 Mine to comfort in distress, 
If the Holy Spirit bless ; 
Mine to show by living faith, 
Man can triumph over death ; 

4 Mine to tell of joys to come, 
And the rebel sinner's doom : 
Holy Bible ! book divine ! 
Precious treasure, thou art mine ! 

John Burton, 1805. 

399. Psalm 119. C. M. 

1 How shall the young secure their hearts, 

And guard their lives from sin ? 
Thy word the choicest rules imparts 
To keep the conscience clean. 

2 When once it enters to the mind, 

It spreads such light abroad, 
The meanest souls instruction find, 
And raise their thoughts to God. 

3 T is like the sun, a heavenly light, 

That guides us all the day ; 
And, through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp to lead our way. 
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4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ; 

I hate the sinner's road ; 
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise. 
But love thy law, my God I 

5 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 

How pure is every page ! 
That holy book shall guide our youth. 
And well support our age. 

Isaac Watts, *7*9- 

400. Psalm 119. C. M. 

1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice. 

My lasting heritage ; 
There shall my noblest powers rejoice. 
My warmest thoughts engage. 

2 I'll read the histories of thy love, 

And keep thy laws in sight ; 
While through the promises I rove, 
With ever fresh delight. 

3 'T is a broad land of wealth unknown. 

Where springs of life arise. 
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
And hidden glory lies. 

4 The best relief that mourners have, 

It makes our sorrows blest ; 
Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
And our eternal rest. 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 

401. 

1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears, 

I fly to thee, my Lord ; 
And not a glimpse of hope appears 
But in thy written word. 

2 The volume of my Father's grace 

Does all my grief assuage ; 
Here I behold my Saviour's face 
Almost in everv page. 

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THE SCRIPTURES. 



3 Here consecrated water flows, 

To quench my thirst of sin ; 
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
Nor danger dwells therein. 

4 This is the judge that ends the strife 

Where wit and reason fail ; 
My guide to everlasting life 
Through all this gloomy vale. 

5 Oh may thy counsels, mighty God, 

My roving feet command ; 
Nor I forsake the happy road 
That leads to thy right hand. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

402. 

1 Father of mercies ! in thy word 

What endless glory shines ; 
Forever be thy name adored 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here may the wretched sons of want 

Exhaustless riches find ; 
Riches above what earth can grant, 
And lasting as the mind. 

3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
And life, and everlasting joys, 
Attend the blissful sound. 

4 Oh may these heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light 

5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou forever near; 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

AnntSttel% if6a> 



THE SCRIPTURES. 



403. 

1 The Spirit breathes upon the word, 

And brings the truth to sight ; 
Precepts and promises afford 
A sanctifying light. 

2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic, like the sun ; 
It gives a light to every age ; 
It gives, but borrows none. 

3 The hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat ; 
Its truths upon the nations rise, 
They rise, but never set. 

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

5 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The steps of him I love, 
Till glory breaks upon my view, 
In brighter worlds above. 

William Cowper, 3 779- 

404. Psalm 119. C. 3L 

1 Oh how I love thy holy law ! 

'T is daily my delight ; 
And thence my meditations draw 
Divine advice by night. 

2 My waking eyes prevent the day, 

To meditate thy word ; 
My soul with longing melts away, 
To hear thy gospel, Lord. 

8 How doth thy word my heart engage? 
How well employ my tongue ! 
And, in my tiresome pilgrimage, 
Yields me a heavenly song. 
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4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, 
Thy promises of grace 
Are pillars to support my hope, 
And there I write thy praise. 

Isaac Watts, ijig- 

405. o. m. 

1 Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace 

Our path when wont to stray ; 
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace, 
Brook by the traveller's way ; 

2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed ; 

True manna from on high ; 
Our guide, our chart, wherein we read 
Of realms beyond the sky ; 

3 Pillar of fire through watches dark, 

Or radiant cloud by day ; [bark, 
When waves would whelm our tossing 
Our anchor and our stay : 

4 Word of the everlasting God, 

Will of his glorious Son, 
Without thee how could earth be trod, 
Or heaven itself be won ? 

5 Lord, grant us all aright to learn 

The wisdom it imparts, 
And to its heavenly teaching turn 
With simple, child-like hearts. 

Bernard Barton, 1827. 

406. c. m. 

1 How precious is the book divine, 

By inspiration given ! 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine 
To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 Its light, descending from above, 

Our gloomy world to cheer, 
Displays a Saviour's boundless love, 
And brings his glories near. 
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THE SCRIPTURES. 



3 It shows to man his wandering ways, 

And where his feet have trod, 
And brings to view the matchless grace 
Of a forgiving God. 

4 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 

In thi3 dark vale of tears ; 
Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

5 This lamp through all the tedious night 

Of life shall guide our way, 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

John Fawcett, 1782* 

407. Psalm 19. S. M. 

1 Behold, the morning sun 

Begins his glorious way ; 
His beams through all the nations run, 
And life and light convey. 

2 But where the gospel comes, 

It spreads diviner light ; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
And gives the blind their sight. 

3 How perfect is thy word ! 

And all thy judgments just ; 
Forever sure thy promise, Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

4 My gracious God, how plain 

Are thy directions given ! 
Oh, may I never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven ! 

Isaac Watts, i7!9- 

408. 

1 Let everlasting glories crown 

Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord ; 
Thy hands have brought salvation down, 
And writ the blessings in thy word. 
278 



THE SCRIPTURES. 



2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks 

Some solid ground to rest upon ; 
With long despair the spirit breaks, 
Till we apply to Christ alone. 

3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! 

How wise and holy thy commands ! 
Thy promises, how firm they be ! 

How firm our hope and comfort stands ! 

4 Should all the forms that men devise 

Assault my faith with treacherous art, 
I'd call them vanity and lies, 

And bind the gospel to my heart. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

409. 

1 God, in the gospel of his Son, 
Makes his eternal counsels known, 
'T is here his richest mercy shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2 Here sinners of a humble frame 

May taste his grace and learn his name ; 

May read, in characters of blood, 

The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 

3 The prisoner here may break his chains ; 
The weary rest from all his pains ; 

The captive feel his bondage cease ; 
The mourner find the way of peace. 

4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 

A brighter world beyond the skies ; [way 
Here shines the light which guides our 
From earth to realms of endless day. 

5 Oh, grant us grace, almighty Lord, 
To read and mark thy holy word, 
Its truths with meekness to receive, 
And by its holy precepts live. 

Benj. Beddome, 1787 ; alt. by Robert Hall, 181 6. 
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SA L VA TIOX, —M AX'S XEED. 



SALVATION -MAN'S NEED. 

410. Psalm 51. L. M. 

1 Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin. 
And born unholy and unclean : 
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
The seeds of sin grow up for death ; 
Thy law demands a perfect heart ; 
But we're defiled in every part. 

3 Behold. I fall before thy face ; 
My only refuge is thy grace ; 

No outward forms can make me clean ; 
The leprosy lies deep within. 

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest 
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
Can wash the dismal stain away. 

5 Jesus, my God. thv blood alone 
Hath power sufficient to atone : 

Thy blood can make me white as snow ; 
No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

411. S. 3L 

1 Ah. how shall fallen man 

Be just before his God ? 
If he contend in righteousness, 
TTe fall beneath his rod. 

2 If he our ways should mark 

With strict, inquiring eyes. 
Could we for one of thousand faults 
A just excuse devise? 

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SALVATION, — MAN'S NEED. 



3 All-seeing, powerful God, 

Who can with thee contend ? 
Or who that tries th' unequal strife 
Shall prosper in the end ? 

4 The mountains in thy wrath, 

Their ancient seats forsake ; 
The trembling earth deserts her place \ 
Her rooted pillars shake. 

5 Ah. how shall guilty man 

Contend with such a God ? 
None, none can meet him, and escape, 
But through the Saviour's blood. 

Isaac Watts, 1 7°9> a. 



1 How heavy is the night 

That hangs upon our eyes, 
Till Christ with his reviving light 
Over our souls arise ! 



2 Our guilty spirits dread 

To meet, the wrath of Heaven ; 
But in his righteousness arrayed, 
We see our sins forgiven. 

3 Unholy and impure 

Are all our thoughts and ways ; 
His hands infected nature cure 
With sanctifying grace. 

4 The powers of hell agree 

To hold our souls, in vain ; 
He sets the sons of bondage free, 
And breaks the cursed chain. 

5 Lord, we adore thy ways 

To bring us near to God ; 
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, 
And thine atoning blood. 

Isaac Watts, I 7 9 i 

281 



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413. s.m. 

1 Not all the blood of beasts 

On Jewish altars slain, 
Could give the guilty conscience peace, 
Or wash away the stain. 

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 

Takes all our sins away ; 
A sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood than they. 

3 My faith would lay her hand 

On that dear head of thine, 
While like a penitent I stand, 
And there confess my sin. 

i My soul looks back to see 

The burdens thou didst bear 
When hanging on the cursed tree, 
And hopes her guilt was there. 

5 Believing, we rejoice 

To see the curse remove ; 
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing his bleeding love. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9» 

414. cm. 

1 There is a fountain filled with blood 

Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
And sinners plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
And there have I, as vile as he, 
Washed all my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransomed church of God 
Be saved to sin no more. 
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4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy power to save, [tongue 
When this poor lisping, stammering 
Lies silent in the grave. 

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared, 

Unworthy though I be, 
For me a blood-bought, free reward, 
A golden harp for me. 

7 'T is strung, and tuned for endless years, 

And formed by power divine, 
To sound in God the Father's ears 
No other name but thine. 

William Cowper, 1779* 

415. cm. 

1 When wounded sore the stricken soul 

Lies bleeding and unbound, 
One only hand, a pierced hand, 
Can salve the sinner's wound. 

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, 

And tears of anguish flow, 
One only heart, a broken heart, 
Can feel the sinner's woe. 

3 When penitence has wept in vain 

Over some foul dark spot, 
One only stream, a stream of blood, 
Can wash away the blot. 

4 'T is Jesus' blood that washes white, 

His hand that brings relief, 
His heart that 's touched with all our joy, 
And feeleth for our grief. 
233 



SALVATION, — MAN'S NEED. 



5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, Lord ; 
Unseal that cleansing tide ; 
We have no shelter from our sin 
But in thy wounded side. 

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858. 

416. cm. 

1 How is our nature spoiled by sin ! 

Yet nature ne'er hath found 
The way to make the conscience clean, 
Or heal the painful wound. 

2 In vain we seek for peace with God 

By methods of our own : 
Jesus, there 's nothing but thy blood 
Can bring us near the throne. 

3 The threatenings of thy broken law 

Impress our souls with dread ; 
If God his sword of vengeance draw, 
It strikes our spirits dead. 

4 But thine illustrious sacrifice 

Hath answered these demands, 
And peace and pardon from the skies 
Come down by Jesus' hands. 

5 'T is by thy death we live, Lord ; 

'T is on thy cross we rest ; 
Forever be thy love adored, 
Thy name forever blest. 

Isaac Watts, i7 21 * 

417. cm. 

1 How sad our state by nature is ! 

Our sin, how deep it stains ! 
And Satan binds our captive minds 
Fast in his slavish chains. 

2 But there 's a voice of sovereign grace 

Sounds from the sacred word : 
" Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
And trust upon the Lord ! " 
284 



SALVATION, 



— MAN'S NEED. 



3 My soul obeys the almighty call, 

And runs to this relief ; 
I would believe thy promise, Lord ; 
Oh, help my unbelief. 

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, 

Incarnate God, I fly ; 
Here let me wash my spotted soul 
From crimes of deepest dye. 

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 

On thy kind arms I fall : 
Be thou my strength and righteousness, 
My Jesus, and my all. 

Isaac Watts, *7°9- 

418. CM. 

1 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet 

A guilty rebel lies, 
And upward to the mercy-seat 
Presumes to lift his eyes. 

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice 

To pay the debt I owe, 
Tears should from both my weeping eyes 
In ceaseless torrents flow. 

3 But no such sacrifice I plead 

To expiate my guilt ; 
No tears but those which thou hast shed, 
No blood but thou hast spilt. 

4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord, 

And all my sins forgive : 
Justice will well approve the word 
That bids the sinner live. 

Joseph Stennett, i7°°* 

419. C. M. 

1 God of mercy, hear my call, 
My load of guilt remove ; 
Break down this separating wall 
That bars me from thy love. 
285 



SALVA TION, 



— MAN'S NEED. 



2 Give me the presence of th y grace ; 

Then my rejoicing tongue 
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, 
And make thy praise my song. 

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, 

For sin could e'er atone ; 
The death of Christ shall still remain 
Sufficient and alone. 

4 A soul oppressed with sin's desert 

My God will ne'er despise ; 
A humble groan, a broken heart, 
Is our best sacrifice. 

Isaac Watts, 17 1 9- 

420. 

1 How helpless guilty nature lies, 

Unconscious of its load ! 
The heart, unchanged, can never rise 
To happiness and God. 

2 Can aught beneath a power divine 

The stubborn will subdue ? 
'T is thine, almighty Saviour, thine, 
To form the heart anew. 

3 'T is thine the passions to recall, 

And upward bid them rise, 
And make the scales of error fall 
From reason's darkened eyes ; 

4 To chase the shades of death away, 

And bid the sinner live ; 
A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 
J T is thine alone to give. 

5 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours, 

And give them life divine ! 
Then shall our passions and our powers, 
Almighty Lord, be thine. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

286 



SALVATION, — OF GRACE. 



SALVATION,-OF GRACE. 

421. cm. 

1 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound, 
That saved a wretch like me ! 
I once was lost, but now am found ; 
Was blind, but now I see. 

. 2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear, 
And grace my fears relieved ; 
How precious did that grace appear, 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 
'T is grace has brought me safe thus far, 
And grace will lead me home. 

4 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess, within the veil, 
A life of joy and peace. 

5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 

The sun forbear to shine ; 
But God, who called me here below, 
Will be forever mine. 

John Newton, 1779- 

422. cm. 

1 Not all the outward forms on earth, 

Nor rites that God has given, 
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, 
Can raise a soul to heaven. 

2 The sovereign will of God alone 

Creates us heirs of grace ; 
Born in the image of his Son, 
A new, peculiar race. 
287 



SALVA TION, 



— OF GRACE. 



3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, 

Blows on the sons of flesh ; 
New models all the carnal mind, 
And forms the man afresh. 

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise 

From the long sleep of death ; 
On heavenly things we fix our eyes, 
And praise employs our breath. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

423. cm. 

1 Salvation ! oh the joyful sound ! 

5 Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 

At hell's dark door we lay ; 
But we arise by grace divine 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation ! let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around ; 
While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

Isaac Watts* 1709. 

424. 

1 Father, how wide thy glory shines ! 

How high thy wonders rise ! [signs. 
Known through the earth by thousand 
By thousand through the skies. 

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power, 

Their motions speak thy skill ; 
And on the wings of every hour 
We read thy patience still. 

3 But when we view thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compassion join 
In their divinest forms ; 
288 



SALVATION,— OF GRACE. 



4 Our thoughts ai e lost in reverent awe ; 

We love, and we adore : 
The first archangel never saw 
So much of God before. 

5 Here the whole Deity is known ; 

Nor dares a creature guess 
Which of the glories brightest shone. 
The justice, or the grace. 

3 Xow the full glories of the Lamb 
Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, 
And try their choicest strains. 

7 Oh may I bear some humble part 
In that immortal song ! 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

Isaac Watts, 1706. 

425. H m. 

1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 

The gladly-solemn sound ; 
Let all the nations know, 
To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransamed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High-Priest, 

Hath full atonement made: 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

3 Extol the Lamb of God, 

The all-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption in his blood 

Throughout the world proclaim : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 
239 



SALVA TION, 



— OF GRACE. 



4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 

Your liberty receive, 
And safe in Jesus dwell, 

And blest in Jesus live : 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Eeturn, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

5 The gospel trumpet hear, 

The news of heavenly grace ; 
And, saved from earth, appear 

Before your Saviour's face : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

Charles Wesley, 1750. 

420. 

1 Indulgent God ! how kind 

Are all thy ways to me, 
Whose dark benighted mind 

Was enmity with thee ; 
Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace, 
My spirit longs for thine embrace. 

2 How precious are thy thoughts, 

That o'er my bosom roll, 
They swell beyond my faults, 

And captivate my soul ; 
How great their sum, how high they rise, 
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies. 

3 Preserved in Jesus when 

My feet made haste to hell, 
And there I should have gone, 

But thou dost all things well ; 
Thy love was great, thy mercy free, 
Which from the pit delivered me. 

4 A monument of grace, 

A sinner saved by blood ; 
The streams of love I trace 
Up to the fountain, God ; 
290 



SALVATION, — OF GRACE. 



And in his sacred bosom see 
Eternal thoughts of love to me. 

John Kent, 1803. 

427. 8s. Double. 

1 The moment a sinner believes. 

And trusts in his crucified God, 
His pardon at once he receives. 

Redemption in full through his blood ; 
Though thousands and thousands of foes 

Against him in malice unite. 
Their rage he. through Christ, can oppose, 

Led forth by the Spirit to fight. 

» 

2 The faith that unites to the Lamb, 

And brings such salvation as this, 
Is more than mere notion or name ; 

The work of God's Spirit it is ; 
A principle, active and young, 

That lives under pressure and load , 
That makes out of weakness more strong, 

And draws the soul upward to God. 

3 It treads on the world and on hell ; 

It vanquishes death and despair ; 
And, oh, what is stranger to tell. 

It overcomes heaven by prayer ; 
Permits a vile worm of the dust 

With God to commune as a friend ; 
To hope his forgiveness as just, 

And look for his love to the end. 

4 It says to the mountains, ,; Depart," 

That stand betwixt God and the soul, 
It binds up the broken in heart, 

And makes wounded consciences whole ; 
Bids sins of a crimson-like dye 

Be spotless as snow, and as white, 
And makes such a sinner as I 

As pure as an angel of light, 

Joseph Hart, 17CQ. 

291 



SALVATION— OF GRACE. 



428. 8s. Double. 

1 A debtor to mercy alone, 

Of covenant mercy I sing ; 
Nor fear, with thy righteousness on, 

My person and offering to bring : 
The terrors of law and of God 

With me can have nothing to do ; 
My Saviour's obedience and blood 

Hide all my transgressions from view. 

2 The work which his goodness began, 

The arm of his strength will complete ; 
His promise is yea and amen, 

And never was forfeited yet : 
Things future, nor things that are now, 

Not all things below nor above, 
Can make him his purpose forego, 

Or sever my soul from his love. 

3 My name from the palms of his hands, 

Eternity will not erase : 
Imprest on his heart it remains, 

In marks of indelible grace : 
Yes, I to the end shall endure, 

As sure as the earnest is given ; 
More happy, but not more secure, 

The glorified spirits in heaven. 

A. M. Toplady, 1776. 

429. l. m. 

1 I hear a voice that comes from far ; 

From Calvary it sounds abroad ; 
It soothes my spirit, calms my fear ; 
It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 

2 And is it true that many fly 

The sound that bids my soul rejoice, 
And rather choose in sin to die 

Than turn an ear to mercy's voice ? 

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SA L VA TIOX, -OF GRA CE. 



3 Alas for those ! the day is near 

When mercy will be heard no more ; 
Then may they ask in vain to hear 
The voice they would not hear before. 

4 With such, I own, I once appeared ; 

But now I know how great their loss ; 
For sweeter sounds were never heard 
Than mercy utters from the cross. 

5 But let me not forget to own 

That, if I differ aught from those, 
'T is due to sovereign grace alone, 
That conquers oft its proudest foes. 

Thomas Kelly, 1769-1S55. 

430. 

1 Great God of wonders ! all thy ways 

Are matchless, godlike and divine ; 
But the fair glories of thy grace 

More godlike and unrivalled shine : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee, 
Or who has grace so rich and free ! 

2 Crimes of such horror to forgive, 

Such guilty daring worms to spare ; 
This is thy grand prerogative, 

And none shall in the honor share : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee. 
Or who has grace so rich and free ! 

In wonder lost, with trembling joy 
We take the pardon of our God, 
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye, 

A pardon bought with Jesus' blood : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee, 
Or who has grace so rich and free ! 

4 Oh may this strange, this matchless grace,* 
This god-like miracle of love, 
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise, 
And all the angelic choirs above : 
293 



SALVA TIOX 



— OF GRACE. 



Who is a pardoning God like thee, 
Or who has grace so rich and free ! 

Samuel Davics, 1769. 

431. L M. 

1 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn ? 

'T is God that justifies their souls ; 
And mercy, like a mighty stream. 
O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? 

' T is Christ that suffered in their stead ; 
And, the salvation to fulfil, 

Behold him rising from the dead ! 

3 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above, 

Forever interceding there ; 
Who shall divide us from his love, 
Or what should tempt us to despair ? 

4 Not all that men on earth can do, 

Nor powers on high, nor powers below, 
Shall cause his mercy to remove, [love. 
Or wean our hearts from Christ our 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

432. CRM. 

1 Let Zion in her songs record 
The honors of her dying Lord, 

Triumphant over sin : 
How sweet the song there's none can say, 
But he whose sins are washed away, 

Who feels the same within. 

2 We claim no merit of our own, 

But self-condemned, before thy throne, 

Our hopes on Jesus place, 
Though once in heart and life depraved, 
We now can sing as sinners saved, 

And praise redeeming grace. 

3 We'll sing the same while life shall last. 
And when, at the archangel's blast, 

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SALVATION, — OF GRACE. 



Our sleeping dust shall rise, 
Then, in a song forever new, 
The glorious theme we'll still pursue 

Throughout the azure skies. 

4 Prepared of old, at God's right hand 
Bright everlasting mansions stand 

For all the blood-bought race ; 
And till we reach those seats of bliss. 
We'll sing no other sons; but this — 

Salvation all of grace. 

John Kent, 1803, a. 

4o3. c. p. m 

1 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 
My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 

And knew not where to go ; 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim 
" The sinner must be born again/' 

Or sink to endless woe. 

2 I heard the law its thunders roll, 
While guilt lay heavy on my soul — 

A vast oppressive load ; 
All creature-aid I saw was vain ; 
"The sinner must be born again," 

Or drink the wrath of God. 

3 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
How Jesus conquered death and hell 

And broke the fowler's snare ; 
Yet, when I found this truth remain, 
fct The sinner must be born again," 

I sunk in deep despair. 

4 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
Jesus of Nazareth passed that way, 

And felt his pity move : 
The sinner, by his justice slain, 
Now by his grace is born again, 

And sings redeeming love. 

Samson Odeum, 1760, a* 

295 



SALVATION, 



— OF GRACE. 



434. 8s, 7b & 4a. 

1 Sons we are through God's election, 
Who in Jesus Christ believe; 

By eternal destination, 

Sovereign grace we here receive : 

Lord, thy mercy 

Does both grace and glory give. 



2 Every fallen soul, by sinning, 

Merits everlasting pain ; 
But thy love, without beginning, 

Has restored thy sons again : 
Countless millions 
Shall in life through Jesus reign. 

3 Pause, my soul, adore and wonder ! 

Ask, " Oh why such love to me ? " 
Grace hath put me in the number 

Of the Saviour's family : 
Hallelujah ! 

Thanks, eternal thanks to thee ! 

4 Since that love had no beginning, 

Aud shall never, never cease ; 
Keep, oh keep me, Lord, from sinning ! 

Guide me in the way of peace ; 
Make me walk in 
All the paths of holiness. 



5 When I quit this feeble mansion, 

And my soul returns to thee ; 
Let the power of thy ascension 

Manifest itself in me : 
Through thy Spirit, 
Give the final victory ! 

6 When in that blest habitation, 

Which my God has fore-ordained ; 
296 



SALVATION,— OF GRACE. 



When, in glory's full possession, 

I with saints and angels stand ; 
Free grace only 

Shall resound through Canaan's land. 

S. P. B., *777- 

435, 7s 

1 Tis not that I did choose thee. 

For, Lord, that could not be ; 
This heart would still refuse thee ; 

But thou hast chosen me : 
Hast, from the sin that stained me, 

Washed me and set me free, 
And to this end ordained me, 

That I should live to thee. 

2 'Twas sovereign mercy called me, 

And taught my opening mind ; 
The world had else enthralled me, 

To heavenly glories blind. 
My heart owns none above thee ; 

For thy rich grace I thirst ; 
This knowing. — if I love thee, 

Thou must have loved me first. 

Jonah Condor, 1789-1855. 

436. s. m, 

1 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound, 

Harmonious to the ear ! 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived the way 

To save rebellious man ; 
And all the steps that grace display 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace taught my roving feet 

To tread the heavenly road ; 
And new supplies each hour I meet, 
While pressing on to God. 
237 



SALVA TION,— 



OF GRACE. 



4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

Philip Doddridge, 1 74»- 

437. s m. 

1 Raise your triumphant songs 

To an immortal tune ; 
Let the wide earth resound the deeds 
Celestial grace has done. 

2 Sing how eternal love 

Its chief beloved chose, 
And bid him raise our wretched race 
From their abyss of woes. 

3 His hand no thunder bears, 

No terror clothes his brow ; 
No bolts to drive our guilty souls 
To fiercer flames below. 

4 'T was mercy filled the throne, 

And wrath stood silent by, 
When Christ was sent with pardons down 
To rebels doomed to die. 

5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, 

Let hopeless sorrow cease ; 
Bow to the sceptre of his love, 
And take the offered peace. 

6 Lord, we obey thy call ; 

We lay an humble claim 
To the salvation thou hast brought, 
And love and praise thy name. 

Isaac Watts, i7 J 9* 

438. s. it 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 
And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye* 
298 



SALVATION, — OF GRACE. 



2 The Son of God in tears 

Angels with wonder see : 
Be thou astonished, my soul ! 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep, — 

Each sin demands a tear ; 
In heaven alone no sin is found, 
And there 's no weeping there. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1818. 
439. H. AL 

1 From thy dear, pierced side, 

Unspotted Lamb of God, 
Came forth a mingled stream 

Of water and of blood : 
My sinful soul there I would lay, 
Till every stain is washed away. 

2 'T is from this sacred spring 

A sovereign virtue flows, 
To heal my painful wounds, 

And cure my deadly woes : 
Here, then, I'll bathe, and bathe again, 
Till not a wound or woe remain. 

3 A fountain 'tis unsealed, 

Divinely rich and free, 
Open for all who come, 

Aud open, too, for me : 
To this pure fount will I repair ; [there. 
Come, sinners, come; there's mercy 

Benjamin Beddomt, 1878. 

440. 

1 Thy works, not mine, Christ ! 

Speak gladness to this heart : 
They tell me all is done, 

They bid my fear depart : 
To whom, save thee who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

299 



SALVATION, — OF GRACE. 

2 Thy wounds, not mine, Christ, 

Can heal my bruised soul ; 
Thy stripes, not mine, contain 

The balm that makes me whole : 
To whom, save thee who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

3 Thy cross, not mine, Christ, 

Has borne the awful load 
Of sins that none could bear 

But the incarnate God : 
To whom, save thee who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

4 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, 

Has paid the ransom due ; 
Ten thousand deaths like mine 

Would have been all too few : 
To whom, save thee who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

5 Thy righteousness alone 

Can clothe and beautify ; 
I wrap it round my soul, 

In this I'll live and die : 
To whom, save thee who canst alone 
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee ? 

Horatius Bonar, 1856. 

SALVATION,-C ALLS. 

441. L M 

1 Come, weary souls with sin distrest, 
The Saviour offers heavenly rest ; 
The kind, the gracious call obey, 
And cast your gloomy fears away. 

2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load, 
Oh come and bow before your God ! 
Divine compassion, mighty love, 
Will all that painful load remove. 

300 



SALVA TION, 



— CALLS. 



3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows 

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
Pardon, and life, and endless peace ; 
How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 

4 Lord we accept, with thankful heart, 
The hope thy gracious words impart ; 
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
And bless the kind inviting voice. 

5 Dear Saviour, let thy powerful love 
Confirm our faith, our fears remove, 
And sweetly influence every breast, 
And guide us to eternal rest. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

442. Matt. xi. 28-30. L. M. 

1 " Come hither, all ye weary souls, 

Ye heavy-laden sinners, come ; 
I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you to my heavenly home, 

2 " They shall find rest who learn of me ; 

I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
But passion rages like the sea, 
And pride is restless as the wind. 

3 " Blest is the man whose shoulders take 

My yoke, and bear it with delight ; 
My yoke is easy to his neck, 

My grace shall make the burden light. 

4 Jesus, we come at thy command; 

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 
Eesign our spirits to thy hand, 

To mould and guide us at thy will. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

443. l.m. 

1 Behold ! a Stranger's at the door ! 
He gently knocks, has knocked before, 
Has waited long, is waiting still ; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

301 



SALVA TIOX, — CALLS. 

2 Oh lovely attitude ! lie stands 

With melting heart and laden hands ! 
Oh matchless kindness ! and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes. 

3 Admit him, for the human breast 
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest : 
Admit him. for you can't expel ; 
Where'er he comes, he comes to dwell. 

4 Admit hiin, ere his anger burn. 
His feet depart, and ne'er return ! 
Admit him ; or the hour 's at hand 
When at his door denied you '11 stand. 

5 Sovereign of souls, thou Prince of Peace, 
Oh may thy gentle reign increase ! 
Throw wide the door, each willing mind; 
And be his empire all mankind ! 

Joseph Grbjg, 1765. 

444. 

1 From the cross uplifted high, 
Where the Saviour deigns to die. 
What melodious sounds I hear. 
Bursting on my ravished ear ! 

" Love's redeeming work is done ; 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 

2 ft Sprinkled now with blood the throne, 
Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 

On my pierced body laid. 
Justice owns the ransom paid ; 
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son : 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 

3 " Spread for thee, the festal board 
See with richest dainties stored ; 
To thy Father's bosom prest, 
Yet again a child confest, 
Never from his house to roam : 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 

302 



SALVATION, 



— CALLS. 



4 u Soon the days of life shall end ; 
Lo I come, your Saviour, Friend, 
Safe your spirit to convey 
To the realms of endless day, 
Up to my eternal home : 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! * 

Thomas LTaweis, *79 2, 
445. 7 a 

1 Co^ie. said Jesus' sacred voice, 

Come, and make my paths your choice ; 
I will guide you to your home, 
Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, 
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 
Long hast roamed the barren waste, 
Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, 
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; 
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, 

In remorse for guilt who mourn ; 

4 Hither come ! for here is found 
Balm that flows for every wound, 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 

Anna Laetitia Barbauld, 1825. 

446. 

1 Ye who in his courts are found, 
Listening to the joyful sound, 
Lost and helpless as ye are, 
Sons of sorrow, sin, and care, 
Glorify the King of kings ; 
Take the peace the gospel brings. 

2 Turn tp Christ your longing eyes ; 
View this bleeding sacrifice ; 

See in him your sins forgiven, 
Pardon, holiness, and heaven ; 

303 



SAL V A TIOX,— CA LLS. 



Glorify the King of kings ; 
Take the peace the gospel brings. 

Rowland Hill, 1774- 

447. & 

1 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Filled with dismay, 
Wait not for to-morrow, 
Yield thee to-day : 
Heaven bids thee come, 
While yet there 's room. 
Child of sin and sorrow, 
Hear and obey. 

2 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Why wilt thou die ? 
Come while thou canst borrow 

Help from on high ; 

Grieve not that love 

Which from above, 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Would bring thee nigh. 

3 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Thy moments glide 
Like the flitting arrow 

Or the rushing tide ; 

Ere time is o'er, 

Heaven's grace implore ; 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

In Christ confide. 

Thomas Hastings, 1842* 

448. 6s & 

1 To-day the Saviour calls : 

Ye wanderers, come ! 
Oh, ye benighted souls, 
Why longer roam ? 

2 To-day the Saviour calls : 

Oh, listen now ! 

304 



SALVA TION,— CALLS. 



Within these sacred walls 
To Jesus bow. 

3 To-day the Saviour calls ; 

For refuge fly ; 
The storm of justice falls, 
And death is nigh. 

4 The Spirit calls to-day, 

Yield to his power ; 
Oh, grieve him not away ! 
'Tis mercy's hour. 

Thomas Hastings, 1858. 

449. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 

Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
Jesus ready stands to save yon, 
Full of pity joined with power : 

He is able, 
He is willing ; doubt no more. 

2 Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome ; 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief, and true repentance, 
Every grace that brings us nigh — 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
All the fitness he requireth 
Is to feel your need of him ; 

This he gives you ; 
'T is his Spirit's rising beam. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Bruised and mangled by the fall ; 
If you tarry till you're better, 
You will never come at all, — 

Not the righteous. 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

305 



SA LVATIOX, 



- CALLS. 



5 Lo, the incarnate God ascended, 
Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture wholly, 
Let no other trust intrude ; 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

Joseph Hart, 1759, <*. 

450. 8s, 7s & 4& 

1 Sinners, will you scorn the message 

Sent in mercy from above ? 
Every sentence, oh how tender ! 
Every line is full of love : 

Listen to it ; 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel 

News from Zion's King proclaim, 
" Pardon to each rebel sinner ; 

Free forgiveness in his name : " 
How important ! 
" Free forgiveness in his name." 

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ; 

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, 
And, with news of consolation. 
Chase away the falling tears ; 

Tender heralds ! 
Chase away the falling tears. 

4 Who hath our report believed ? 

"Who received the joyful word ? 
Who embraced the news of pardon 
Offered to you by the Lord ? 

Can you slight it ? 
Offered to you by the Lord. 

5 O ye angels, hovering round us, 

Waiting spirits^ speed your way ; 
Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay ; 
306 



SALVA TI01T, 



- CALLS, 



Rebel sinners 
Glad the message will obey. 

Jonathan Allen, 1801, a. 

451. L.M 

1 Return, wanderer, return, 

And seek an injured Father's face ; 
Those warm desires that in thee burn 
Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 

2 Return, O wanderer, return, 

And seek a Father's melting heart, 
Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, 
Whose hand can heal thy inward 
smart. 

3 Return, wanderer, return ; 

He hears thy deep, repentant sigh ; 
He sees thy softened spirit mourn, 
When no intruding ear is nigh. 

4 Return, O wanderer, return ; 

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; 
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
How freely Jesus can forgive. 

5 Return. O wanderer, return, 

And wipe away the falling tear ; 
Thy Father calls, no longer mourn ; 
'T is mercy 's voice invites thee near. 

William B. Collyer, 1812. 

452. l.m. 

1 God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? 
Shall life's swift passing years all fly. 
And still my soul in slumbers lie ? 

2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? 
Can I his loving voice despise, 
And basely his kind care repay ? 
He calls me still ; can I delay ? 

307 



SALVATION, 



— CALLS. 



3 God calling yet ! and shall he knock, 
And I rny heart the closer Jock ? 
He still is waiting to receive, 

And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 

4 God calling yet ! and shall I give 
No heed, but still in bondage live ? 
I wait, but he does not forsake ; 

He calls me still ; ray heart, awake ! 

5 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; 
My heart I yield without delay : 

Vain world, farewell ' from thee I part ; 
The voice of God hath reached my heart. 

G. Tersteegen, i75°; tr. by Jane, Borthwick, 1853. 
4:53. km. 

1 Broad is the road that leads to death, 

And thousands walk together there ; 
But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
With here and there a traveller. 

2 " Deny thyself, and take thy cross," 

Is the Redeemer's great command ; 
Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain this heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 

And walks the ways of God no more. 
Is but esteemed almost a saint, 

And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain, 

Create my heart entirely new ; 
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
Which false apostates never knew. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

4o4. c. m. 

1 Let every mortal ear attend, 
And every heart rejoice. 
The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
With an inviting voice. 

303 



SALVATION, 



— CALLS. 



2 Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls, 

That feed upon the wind, 
And vainly strive with earthly toys 
To till an empty mind ; 

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared 

A soul-reviving feast, 
And bids your longing appetites 
The rich provision taste. 

4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, 

And pine away and die, 
Here you may quench your raging thirst 
With springs that never dry. 

5 Rivers of love and mercy here 

In a rich ocean join ; 
Salvation in abundance flows, 
Like floods of milk and wine. 

6 Great God, the treasures of thy love 

Are everlasting mines, 
Deep' as our helpless miseries are, 
Aid boundless as our sins. 

7 The happy gates of gospel grace 

Stand open night and day ; 
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 

Isaac Watts, 1706. 

455. c. m. 

1 C031E, humble sinner, in whose breast 

A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
Come with your guilt and fear oppressed 
And make this last resolve : 

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 

Hath like a mountain rose ; 
I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

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SALVA TION,— CALLS. 



I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 
Without his sovereign grace. 

4 " I'll to the gracious King approach 

Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
Perhaps he may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, 

Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
But if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

6 ki I can but perish if I go, 

I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die. 

7 " Bat if I die with mercy sought, 

When I the King have tried, 
This were to die (delightful thought ! ) 
As sinner never died." 

Edmund Jones, 1-777' 

456. cm. 

1 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 

He calls, he bids you come ; 
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms, 
But, see, there yet is room : 

2 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart ; 

There love and pity meet ; 
Nor will he bid the soul depart 
That trembles at his feet. 

3 In him the Father, reconciled, 

Invites your souls to come ; 
The rebel shall be called a child, 
And kindly welcomed home. 

4 Oh come, and with his children taste 

The blessings of his love, 
While hope attends the sweet repast 
Of nobler joys above. 

310 



SALVA TIOX, 



— CALLS. 



5 There with united heart and voice, 

Before the eternal throne, 
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, 
In ecstasies unknown. 

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more 

Are welcome still to come ; 
Ye longing souls, the grace adore, 
Approach, there yet is room. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

457. c. m. 

1 The Saviour calls ; let every ear 

Attend the heavenly sound ; 
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear ; 
Hope smiles reviving round. 

2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 

Here streams of bounty flow ; 
And life, and health, and bliss impart, 
To banish mortal woe. 

3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise 

To ease your every pain ; 
Immortal fountain ! full supplies ! 
Xor shall you thirst in vain. 

4 Ye sinners, come ; 't is mercy's voice, 

The gracious call obey ; 
Ivlercy invites to heavenly joys, 
And can you yet delay ? 

5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts ! 

To thee let sinners fly, 
And take the bliss thy love imparts, 
And drink, and never die. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 
• Luke xiv. 22. C. M. 

1 The King of Heaven his table spreads, 
And dainties crown the board ; 
Not paradise with all its joys 
Could such delight afford. 

311 



SALVATION, 



-CALLS. 



2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 

And endless life, are given, 
And the rich blood that Jesus shed 
To raise the soul to heaven. 

3 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed 

In sin's dark mazes, come ; 
Come, from the hedges and highways, 
And grace shall find you room. 

4 Millions of souls, in glory now, 

Were fed and feasted here ; 
And millions more, still on the way, 
Around the board appear. 

5 Yet are his house and heart so large, 

That millions more may come ; 
Nor could the wide assembling world 
O'erfill the spacious room. 

6 All things are ready, come away, 

Nor weak excuses frame ; 
Crowd to your places at the feast, 
And bless the Founder's name. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755* 

459. C. M. 

1 Sinners, the voice of God regard, 

'T is mercy speaks to-day ; 
He calls you by his sovereign word 
From sin's destructive way. 

2 Why will you in the crooked ways 

Of sin and folly go ? 
In pain you travel all your days, 
To reap immortal woe ! 

3 But he that turns to God shall live, 

Through his abounding grace ; 
His mercy will the guilt forgive 
Of those that seek his face. 

312 



SALVA TION,— CALLS. 



4 Bow to the sceptre of his word, 

Renouncing every sin ; 
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, 
And learn his will divine. 

5 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ; 

He pardons like a God; 
He will forgive your numerous faults, 
Through a Redeemer's blood. 

John Fawcett, 1782. 
460. 7S&68. 

1 To-day thy mercy calls me, 

To wash away my sin ; 
However great my trespass, 

Whate'er I may have been. 
However long from mercy 

I may have turned away, 
Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me, 

And make me white to-day. 

2 To-day thy gate is open, 

And all who enter in 
Shall find a Father's welcome, 

And pardon for their sin. 
The past shall be forgotten, 

A present joy be given, 
A future grace be promised, 

A glorious crown in heaven. 

3 To-day the Father calls me, 

The Holy Spirit waits ; 
The blessed angels gather 

Around the heavenly gates ; 
No question will be asked me, 

How often I have come ; 
Although I oft have wandered, 

It is my Father's home, 

4 O all-embracing mercy, 

Thou ever-open door, 

313 



SALVATION,- CALLS. 



What should I do without thee, 
When heart and eyes run o'er ? 

When all things seem against me, 
To drive me to despair, 

I know one gate is open, 

One ear will hear my prayer. 

Oswald Allen, 1862. 
461. L .M. 

1 Haste, traveller, haste ! the night comes 
And many a shining hour is gone ; [on, 
The storm is gathering in the west, 
And thou art far from home and rest ; 

2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky ; 
The rains descend, the winds are high ; 
The waters swell, and death and fear 
Beset thy path, nor refuge near : 

3 yes ! a shelter you may gain, 
A covert from the wind and rain, 
A hiding-place, a rest, a home, 

A refuge from the wrath to come ; 

4 Then linger not in all the plain, 
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain ; 
Look not behind, make no delay, 

speed thee, speed thee on thy way ! 

William B. Colly er, 1829. 

4G2. 

1 Hasten, sinner ! to be wise, 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Wisdom if you still despise, 
Harder is it to be won. 

2 Hasten mercy to implore, 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy season should be o'er, 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 

314 



SALVATION, 



-CALLS. 



3 Hasten, sinner ! now return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Hasten, sinner ! to be blest, 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest perdition thee arrest, 
Ere the morrow is begun. 

Thomas Scott, 1773* 

463. 

1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, your Maker, asks you why ; 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live, 

2 He the fatal cause demands, 
Asks the work of his own hands, 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross his love, and die ? 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why ; 
God who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself that ye might live ; 

4 Will you let him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ; 
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
Will you slight his grace, and die ? 

5 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks- you why; 
He, who all your lives hath strove, 
Wooed you to embrace his love : 

6 Will you not his grace receive ? 
Will you still refuse to live ? 
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why 
Will you grieve your God, and die ? 

Charles Wesley, 1756. 

315 



7& 



SAL VA TION, - CALLS. 



464. 

1 Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all, 
, Prostrate at thy feet I fall ; 

Hear, oh, hear my earnest cry ; 
Frown not, lest I faint and die. 

2 Vilest of the sons of men, 
Chief of sinners I have been ; 
Oft have sinned before thy face, 
Trampled on thy richest grace. 

3 Justly might thy fatal dart 
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart ; 
Justly might thy angry breath 
Blast me in eternal death. 

4 Jesus, save my dying soul ; 
Make my broken spirit whole ; 
Humbled in the dust I lie ; 
Saviour, leave me not to die. 

Thomas Raffles, 1812, a. 

465. hm. 

1 Ye dying sons of men, 

Immerged in sin and woe, 
The gospel's voice attend, 

While Jesus sends to you : 
Ye perishing and gurlty, come ; 
In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 

2 No longer now delay, 

Nor vain excuses frame ; 
He bids you come to-day, 

Though poor, and blind, and lame : 
All things are ready ; sinner, come ; 
For every trembling soul there's room. 

3 Believe the heavenly word 

His messengers proclaim ; 
He is a gracious Lord, 
And faithful is his name. 
316 



SA L VA TION, — CALLS. 



Backsliding souls, return and come ; 
Cast off despair ; there yet is room. 

4 Compelled by bleeding love, 

Ye wandering sheep, draw near ; 
Christ calls you from above ; 

His charming accents hear : 
Let whosoever will now come, 
In Mercy's breast there still is room. 

James Boden, *777' 

466. H . m. 

1 Come, my fond, fluttering heart, 

Come, struggle to be free ; 
Thou and the world must part, 

However hard it be ; 
My trembling spirit owns it just, 
But cleaves yet closer to the clust. 
v 

2 Ye tempting sweets, forbear ; 

Ye dearest idols, fall ; 
My love ye must not share, 

Jesus shall have it all : 
'T is bitter pain, 't is cruel smart, 
But, ah ! thou must consent, my heart ! 

3 Ye fair, enchanting throng, 

Ye golden dreams, farewell ! 
Earth has prevailed too long, 

And now I break the spell : 
Farewell, ye joys of earthly years ! 
Jesus ! forgive these .parting tears. 

4 In Gilead there is balm, 

A kind Physician there, 
My fevered mind to calm, 

And bid me not despair : 
Aid me, dear Saviour ! set me free ; 
My all I would resign to thee. 
317 



SA £ SA TIO X, -CALLS. 



5 Oh ! may I feel thy worth, 
And let no idol dare, 
No vanity of earth, 

With thee, my Lord, compare ; 
Now bid all worldly joys depart, 
And reign supremely in my heart, 

Jane Taylor, 1812. 

467. 

1 Surely Christ thy griefs has borne ; 
Weeping soul, no longer mourn ; 
View him bleeding on the tree, 
Pouring out his life for thee. 

2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes 
On the atoning Sacrifice ; 
There the Incarnate Deity 
Numbered with transgressors see. 

3 Cast thy guilty soul on him, 
Find him mighty to redeem ; 
At his feet thy burden lay, 
Look thy doubts and cares away. 

4 Lord, thine arm must be revealed, 
Ere I can by faith be healed ; 
Since I scarce can look to thee, 
Cast a gracious eye on me. 

A. M. Toplady, 1770. 

SALVATION -SOUGHT AND 
FOUND. 

468. 

1 Lord, a better heart bestow ; 

Hear a sinner's broken prayer ; 
Full of weariness and woe, 
To thy mercies I repair. 
318 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



2 Once I thought I could amend 

All the evil of my ways, 
To thy throne my steps could bend, 
Do thy will and gain thy praise. 

3 But in vain I toiled and prayed, 

Still I did but sin the more, 
All the efforts that I made 
Left me weaker than before. 

4 Now I find no hand but one 

Can deliver me from guilt ; 
On the merits of thy Son 
All my confidence is built. 

5 Ruined, helpless, and forlorn, 

To the Saviour's cross I flee ; 
Oh, since Christ my sins hath borne, 
Let my burdened soul go free. 

W. H. Bathurst, 1830. 

469. 

1 When thy mortal life is fled, 

When the death-shades o'er thee spread ; 
When is finished thy career, 
Sinner, where wilt thou appear ? 

2 When the world has passed away, 
When draws near the judgment day, 
When the awful trump shall sound, 
Say, oh, where wilt thou be found ? 

3 When the Judge descends in light, 
Clothed in majesty and might, 
When the wicked quail with fear, 
Where, oh, where wilt thou appear ? 

4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, 
When the saints and thou must part ? 
When the good with joy are crowned, 
Sinner, where wilt thou be found ? 

319 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, 
Quickly to the Saviour fly ; 
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer ; 
Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 

S. F. Smith, 1832. 

470. 

1 Like Noah's weary dove, 

That soared the earth around, 
But not a resting-place above 
The cheerless waters found ; 

2 Oh cease, my wandering soul, 

On restless wing to roam ; 
All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

3 Behold the ark of God, 

Behold the open door ! 
Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no xiore. 

4 There safe thou shalt abide, 

There, sweet shall be thy rest, 
And every longing satisfied, 
With full salvation blest. 

W. A. Muhlenberg, 1823. 



471. a m. 

1 Oh where shall rest be found, 

Rest for the weary soul ? 
'T were vain the ocean's depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 

The bliss for which we sigh ; 
'T is not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 
320 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
Oh what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death ! 

5 Lord God of truth and grace, 

Teach us that death to shun ; 
Lest we be banished from thy face, 
And evermore undone. 

6 Here would we end our quest ; 

Alone are found in thee, 
The life of perfect love, the rest 
Of immortality. 

James Montgomery, 1819. 

472. s.m. 

1 My former hopes are fled, 

My terror now begins ; 
I feel, alas ! that I am dead 
In trespasses and sins. 

2 Ah! whither shall I fly? 

I hear the thunder roar ; 
The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
And vengeance at the door. 

3 When I review my ways, 

I dread impending doom ; 
But sure a friendly whisper says, 
" Flee from the wrath to come." 

4 I see, or think I see, 

A glimmering from afar ; 
A beam of day that shines for me, 
To save me from despair. 

321 



SALVATION, — SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

5 Forerunner of the sun, 

It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
And watch the rising day. 

William Cowper, 1779- 

473. s. m. 

1 I was a wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold, 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled ; 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 
I did not love my Father's voice, 

I loved afar to roam. 



2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, 

The Father sought his child ; 
They followed me o'er vale and hill, 

O'er deserts waste and wild ; 
They found me nigh to death, 

Famished, and faint, and lone ; 
They bound me with the bands of love, 

They saved the wandering one. 

3 I was a wandering sheep, 

I would not be controlled ; 
But now I love the Shepherd's voice, 

I love, I love the fold ! 
I was a wayward child ; 

I once preferred to roam ; 
But now I love my Father's voice, 

I love, I love his home ! 

Hcn'dtius Bonar, 1857. 

474. sm 

1 Ah ! what avails my strife, 
My wandering to and fro ? 
Thou hast the words of endless life ; 
Ah ! whither should I go ? 

322 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

2 Thy condescending grace 

To me did freely move ; 
It calls me still to seek thy face, 
And stoops to ask my love. 

3 And can I yet delay 

My little all to give ? 
To tear my soul from earth away 
For Jesus to receive ? 

4 Nay, but I yield, I yield ; 

I can hold out no more, 
I sink, by dying love compelled, 
And own thee conqueror. 

5 Though late, I all forsake, 

My friends, my all, resign ; 
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, 
And seal me ever thine. 

6 Come, and possess me whole, 

Nor hence again remove ; 
Settle and fix my wavering soul 
With all thy weight of love. 

Charles Wesley, i74°- 

475. s m. 

1 Thou Lord of all above, 

And all below the sky, 
Before thy feet I prostrate fall, 
And for thy mercy cry. 

2 Forgive my follies past, 

The crimes which I have done ; 
Oh bid a contrite sinner live, 
Through thy incarnate Son. 

3 The burden which I feel, 

Thou only canst remove ; 
Do thou display thy pardoning grace, 
And thine unbounded love. 



SALVATION,- SOUGHT AND FOUND, 



4 One gracious look of thine 

Will ease my troubled breast ; 
Oh, let me know my sins forgiven, 
And I shall then be blest ! 

Benjamin Beddome, 1818 

476. cm. 

1 And have I measured half my days, 

And half my journey run, 
Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace, 
Nor yet my work begun ? 

2 The morning of my life is past, 

The noon is almost o'er ; 
The night of death approaches fast 
When I can work no more. 

3 O'er earth a banished man I rove, 

But cannot feel him nigh ; 
Where is the pardoning God of Love, 
Who stooped for me to die ? 

4 Still every means in vain I try ; 

I seek him far and near ; 
Where'er I come, constrained to cry, 
" My Saviour is not here." 

5 Empty of him, who all things fills, 

Till he his light impart, 
Till he his glorious self reveals, 
The veil is on my heart. 



6 thou, who seest and know'st my grief, 

Thyself unseen, unknown, 
Pity my helpless unbelief, 
And take away the stone. 

7 Regard me with a gracious eye, 

The long-sought blessing give ; 
And bid me, at the point to die, 
Behold thy face and live. 
324 



SALVATION, — SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

8 A darker soul did never yet 
Thy promised aid implore ; 
Oh that I now my Lord might meet, 
And never lose him more. 

Charles Wesley > 1749- 

477. cm. 

1 When rising from the bod of death, 

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, 
I see my Maker face to face, 
Oh how shall I appear ! 

2 If yet, while pardon may be found, 

And mercy may be sought, 
My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
And trembles at the thought ; 

3 When thou, Lord, shalt stand disclosed 

In majesty severe, 
And sit in judgment on my soul, 
Oh how shall I appear ! 

4 But thou hast told the troubled soul, 

Who does her sins lament, 
The timely tribute of her tears 
Shall endless woe prevent. 

5 Then see my sorrows, gracious Lord! 

Let mercy set me free, 
While in the confidence of prayer 
My heart takes hold of thee. 

6 For never shall my soul despair 

Her pardon to procure, 
W T ho knows thy only Son has died 
To make that pardon sure. 

Joseph Addison, i7 J 9' «. 
• • Romans vii. 7-13. C. M. 

1 Lord, how secure my conscience was, 
And felt no inward dread ! 
I was alive without the law, 
And thought my sins were dead. 
325 



SALVATION, — SOUGHT AND FOUND, 

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright 

But since the precept came 
With a convincing power and light, 
I find how vile I am. 

3 My guilt appeared but small before, 

Till I with terror saw 
How perfect, holy, just, and pure 
Was thine eternal law. 

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load ; 

My sins revived again ; 
I had provoked a dreadful God, 
And all my hopes were slain. 

5 My God ! I cry with every breath 

For some kind power to save ; 
To break the yoke of sin and death, 
And thus redeem the slave. 

Isaac Watts* i7°9« 

4f 9# c. m. 

1 As o'er the past my memory strays, 

Why heaves the secret sigh ? 
'T is that I mourn departed days, 
Still unprepared to die. 

2 The world and worldly things beloved 

My anxious thoughts employed ; 
And time, unhallowed, unimproved, 
Presents a fearful void. 

3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair 

Chase from my laboring breast ; 
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer 
That grace can do the rest. 

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine ; 

And when thy sure decree 
Bids me this fleeting breath resign, 
Oh, speed my soul to thee. 

Thomas F. Middletan, 1831. 

326 



SALVATION, — SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



480. 

1 All that I was, my sin and guilt, 

My death was all mine own ; 
All that I am, I owe to thee, 
My gracious God, alone. 

2 The evil of my former state 

Was mine, and only mine ; 
The good in which I now rejoice 
Is thine, and only thine. 

3 The darkness of my former state, 

The bondage, all was mine ; 
The light of life in which I walk, 
The liberty, is thine. 

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 

It taught me to believe ; 
Then, in believing, peace I found ; 
And now I live, I live ! 

5 All that I am, e'en here on earth, 

All that I hope to be, 
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, 
I owe it, Lord, to thee. 

Horatius Bmiar, 3856. 

481. 

1 I lay my sins on Jesus, 

The spotless Lamb of God ; 
He bears them all and frees us 

From the accursed load ; 
I bring my guilt to Jesus, 

To wash my crimson stains 
White in his blood most precious, 

Till not a stain remains. 

2 I lay my wants on Jesus, 

All fulness dwells in him ; 
He healeth my diseases, 
He doth my soul redeem ; 
327 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
My burdens and my cares ; 

He from them all releases, 
He all my sorrow shares. 

3 I rest my soul on Jesus, 

This weary soul of mine ; 
His right hand me embraces, 

I on his breast recline. 
I love the name of Jesus, 

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord ; 
Like fragrance on the breezes, 

His name abroad is poured. 



4 I long to be like Jesus, 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; 
I long to be like Jesus, 

The Father's holy child ; 
I long to be with Jesus 

Amid the heavenly throng, 
To sing with saints his praises, 

To learn the angels' song. 

Horatius Bonar, 1857. 



482. 7s&6s. 

1 How lost was my condition 

Till Jesus made me whole ! 
There is but one Physician 

Can cure a sin-sick soul ; 
Next door to death he found me, 

And snatched me from the grave, 
To tell to all around me 

His wondrous power to save. 



2 A dying, risen Jesus, 

Seen by the eye of faith, 
At once from clanger frees us, 
And saves the soul from death. 
328 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



Come, then, to this Physician ; 

His help he'll freely give ; 
He makes n > hard condition, 

'T is only, Look and live. 

John Newton, *779* 

483. 7s. 

1 Hearts of stone, relent, relent ! 

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ; 
See his body mangled, rent, 

Stained and covered with his blood ! 
Sinful soul, what hast thou done ? 
Crucified th' eternal Son. 

2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed : 

Driven the nails that fixed him there, 
Crowned with thorns his sacred head ; 

Plunged into his side the spear ; 
Made his soul a sacrifice, 
While for sinful man he dies. 

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain, 

Still to death thy Lord pursue ? 
Open all his wounds again, 

And the shameful cross renew ? 
No ; with all my sins I'll part, — 
Saviour, take my broken heart. 

John Kruger, 1640; tr. by Charles Wesley. 

484. 

1 Jesus, Lamb of God, for me, 

Thou, the Lord of life, didst die ; 
Whither, whither, but to thee, 

Can a trembling sinner fly ! 
Death's dark waters o'er me roll, 
Save, oh, save my sinking soul ! 

2 Never bowed a martyr's head 

Weighed with equal sorrow down ; 
Never blood so rich was shed, 
Never king wore such a crown ; 

329 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



To thy cross and sacrifice 
Faith now lifts her tearful eyes. 

3 All my soul, by love subdued, 

Melts in deep contrition there ; 
By thy mighty grace renewed, 

New-born hope forbids despair ; 
Lord ! thou canst my guilt forgive, 
Thou hast bid me look and live. 

4 While with broken heart I kneel 

Sinks the inward storm to rest : 
Life, immortal life, I feel 

Kindled in my throbbing breast ! 
Thine, forever thine, I am ; 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

Ray Palmer, 1865. 
48*3. 8s&7s. 

1 Jesus, full of all compassion, 

Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ; 
Let me know thy great salvation ; 

See, I languish, faint, and die. 
Guilty, but with heart relenting. 

Overwhelmed with helpless grie£ 
Prostrate at thy feet repenting, 

Send, oh send me quick relief! 

2 Whither should a wretch be flying, 

But to him who comfort gives ? 
Whither, from the dread of dying, 

But to him who ever lives ? 
While I view thee, wounded, grieving, 

Breathless, on the cursed tree, 
Fain I'd feel my heart believing 

That thou suffer 'dst thus for me. 

3 Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me ! 

My soul cleaveth to the dust ; 
Send the Comforter to cheer me ; 
Lo ! in thee I put my trust. 
330 



SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



On the word thy blood hath sealed 

Hangs ray everlasting all ; 
Let thy arm be now revealed, — 

Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall ! 

4 In the world of endless ruin, 

Let it never, Lord, be said, 
" Here's a soul that perished suing 

For the boasted Saviour's aid ! " 
Saved — the deed shall spread new glory 

Through the shining realms above ! 
Angels sing the pleasing story, 

All enraptured with thy love ! 

Daniel Turner, 1787. 
48(). 8s & 7s. 

1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 

Thou art scattering full and free ; 
Showers the thirsty land refreshing ; 

Let some droppings fall on me ! 
Pass me not, O gracious Father ! 

Sinful though my heart may be, 
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather 

Let thy mercy light on me. 

2 Pass me not, tender Saviour ! 

Let me love and cling to thee ; 
I am longing for thy favor ; 

When thou comest, call for me. 
Pass me not, O mighty Spirit ! 

Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
Witnesser of Jesus' merit, 

Speak the word of power to me. 

3 Have I long in sin been sleeping ? 

Long been slighting, grieving thee ? 
Has the world my heart been keeping ? 
Oh ! forgive and rescue me ! 
331 



SALVATION, 



— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



Pass me not ; this lost one bringing, 
Satan's slave thy child shall be ; 

All my heart to thee is springing : 
Blessing others, oh bless me ! 

Elizabeth Codner, i860. 
487. 8s&6s. 

1 Just as I am, without one plea 
But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, 

Lamb of God, I come ! 

2 Ju6t as I am, and waiting not 

To rid my soul of one dark blot, [spot, 
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
Fightings and fears within, without, 

Lamb of God, I come ! 

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! 

5 Just as I am, thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! 
Because thy promise I believe, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

6 Just as I am, thy love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! 

7 Just as I am, of that free love [prove, 
The breadth, length, depth, and height to 
Here for a season, then above, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! 

Charlotte Elliott, 1836. 

832 



^ A LV AT ION, -SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



488. 8s & 6s. 

1 The wanderer no more will roam, 
The lost one to the fold hath come, 
The prodigal is welcomed home, 

O Lamb of God, in thee ! 

2 Thoudi clothed with shame, by sin defiled, 
The Father hath embraced his child, 
And I am pardoned, reconciled, 

Lamb of God, in thee ! 

3 It is the Father's joy to bless, 
His love provides for me a dress, 
A robe of spotless righteousness, 

O Lamb of God, in thee ! 

4 Now shall my famished soul be fed, 
A feast of love for me is spread, 

I feed upon the children's bread, 
Lamb of God, in thee ! 

5 Yea, in the fulness of his grace, 
He put me in the children's place, 
"Where I may gaze upon his face, p 

Lamb of God, in thee ! 

6 I cannot half his love express, 
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess 
This blessed portion I possess. 

Lamb of God, in thee ! 

7 And when I in thy likeness shine, 
The glory and the praise be thine, 
That everlasting joy is mine, 

Lamb of God, in thee ! 

Mary Jane Dec!:, 1847. 

489. Psalm 51. L. M. 
1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive ; 

Let a repenting rebel live ; 
Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
333 



SALVA TION, 



— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



2 My crimes, though great, do not surpass 

The power and glory of thy grace ; 
Great God. thy nature hath no bound, 
So let thy pardoning love be found. 

3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, 
And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offences pain mine eyes. 

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
I must pronounce thee just in death ; 
And if my soul were sent to hell, 

Thy righteous law approves it well. 

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
Whose hope, still hovering round thy 

word, 

Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 

490. 

1 Father ! if I may call thee so, 

Regard my fearful heart's desire ; 
Lift up this load of guilty woe, 
Nor let me in my sins expire ! 

2 I tremble, lest the wrath divine, 

Which bruises now my sinful soul, 
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine 
Long as eternal ages roll. 

3 I deprecate that death alone, 

That endless banishment from thee ! 
Oh, save, and give me to thy Son, 

Who trembled, wept, and bled for me ! 

Charles Wesley, i74°- 

334 



SALVATION-SOUGHT AND FOUND, 



491. 

1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry ; 

Thy pardoning grace is rich and free, — 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 

With deep and conscious guilt oppressed, 
Christ and his cross my only plea ; 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
Nor dare uplift them to the skies ; 
But thou dost all my anguish see ; 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done. 
Can for a single sin atone ; 

To Calvary alone I flee ; 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 

God has been merciful to me ! 

Cornelius Elven, 1852. 

492. 

1 Hear, gracious God, a sinner's cry, 
For I have nowhere else to fly ; 
My hope, my only hope 's in thee ; 
God, be merciful to me ! 

2 To thee I come, a sinner poor, 
And wait for mercy at thy door ; 
Indeed, I 've nowhere else to flee ; 
God, be merciful to me ! 

3 To thee I come, a sinner weak, 

And scarce know how to pray or speak '> 
From fear and weakness set me free ; 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

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SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



4 To thee I come a sinner vile ; 
Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile ! 
Mercy alone I make my plea ; 

O God, be merciful to me ! 

5 To thee I come, a sinner great, 
And well thou knowest all my state ; 
Yet full forgiveness is with thee ; 

O God, be merciful to me ! 

6 To thee I come, a sinner lost, 

Nor have I aught wherein to trust ; 
But where thou art, Lord, I would be ; 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

7 To glory bring me, Lord, at last ; 
And there, when all my fears are past, 
With all the saints I'll then agree, 
God has been merciful to me ! 

Samuel Medley* I 7^9* 

493. Psalm 51. L. M. 

1 O thou who hear'st when sinners cry, 
Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
Behold them not with angry look, 
But blot their memory from thy book. 

2 Create my nature pure within, 
And form my soul averse to sin ; 
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 

3 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

4 My soul is humbled in the dust, 
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; 
Look down, Lord, with pitying eye, 
And save the soul condemned to die. 

336 



SALVATION, 



— SOUGHT AND FOUND 



5 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; 
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
And they shall praise a pardoning God. 

6 Oh, may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
Salvation shall be all my song ; 
And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my strength and righteousness 

Isaac Watts, ^7^9- 

494. 

1 I left the God of truth and light, 

I left the God who gave me breath, 
To wander in the wilds of night, 
And perish in the snares of death ! 

2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke 

Was light and easy to be borne, — 
Through all his bonds of love I broke 
I cast away his gifts with scorn ! 

3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, 

Where shall the chief of sinners fly, 
Almighty Vengeance ! from thy frown, 
Eternal Justice ! from thy eye ? 

4 Lo ! through the gloom of guilty fears, 

My faith discerns a dawn of grace ; 
The Sun of Righteousness appears 
In Jesus' reconciling face ! 

5 Prostrate before the mercy-seat, 

I dare not, if I would, despair ; 
None ever perished at thy feet, 
And I will lie forever there. 

James Montgomery, 1S09. 

495. l. m. 

1 No more, my God, I boast no more 
Of all the duties I have done ; 
I quit the hopes I held before, 
To trust the merits of thy Son. 
337 



SALVATION, - SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

2 Now, for the love I bear his name, 

What was my gain I count my loss ; 
My former pride I call my shame, 
And nail my glory to his cross. 

3 Yes, and I must and will esteem 

All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 
Oh may my soul be found in him, 
And of his righteousness partake ! 

4 The best obedience of my hands 

Dares not appear before thy throne ; 
But faith can answer thy demands, 
By pleading what my Lord has done. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

496. L m. 

1 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my all ! 
Prostrate before thy throne I fall ; 
Fain would my soul look up and see 
My hope, my heaven, my all in thee. 

2 Here in this world of sin and woe 
I'm filled with tossings to and fro, 
Burdened with sin, with fear oppressed, 
And nothing here can give me rest. 

3 Oh speak, and bid my soul rejoice ; 
I long to hear thy pardoning voice 
Say, " Peace, be still ! look up and live ; 
Life, peace, and heaven are mine to give.' 

4 Without thy peace and presence, Lord, 
Not all the world can help afford ; 
Oh, do not frown my soul away, 
Lord, smile my darkness into day. 

5 Then, filled with grateful, holy love, 
My soul in praise shall soar above, 
And with delightful joy record 

The wondrous goodness of my Lord. 

Samuel Medley, 1780- 

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SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



497. l.m. 

1 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; 
Weary of earth, myself, and sin, 
Open thine arms and take me in. 

2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul ; 

J T is thou alone canst make me whole ; 
Fall'n, till in me thine image shine, 
And lost I am, till thou art mine. 

3 Long have I vainly hoped and strove 
To force my hardness into love, 

To give thee all thy laws require, 
And labored in the purging fire. 

4 Frail, dark, impure, I still remain, 
Nor hope to break my nature's chajn ; 
The fond, self-emptying scheme is past, 
And lo ! constrained, I yield at last. 

5 At last I own it cannot be 
That I should fit myself for thee ; 
Here, then, to thee I all resign, — 
Thine is the work, and only thine. 

6 What can I say thy grace to move ? 
Lord, I am sin, but thou art love ; 

I give up every plea beside, 

Lord, I am lost, but thou hast died ! 

Charles Wesley, 1739* 

498. 

1 Beneath thy cross I lay me down, 
And mourn to see thy bloody crown ; 
Love drops in blood from every vein, 
Love is the spring of all his pain. 

2 Here, Jesus, I shall ever stay, 
And spend my longing hours away, 
Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, 
And contemplate thy woes again. 

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SALVATION, — SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

3 The rage of Satan and of sin, 
Of foes without and fears within, 
Shall ne'er my conquering soul remove 
Or from thy cross, or from thy love. 

4 unmolested, happy rest ! 

Where inward fears are all supprest ; 
Here I shall love, and live secure, 
And patiently my cross endure. 

William Williams, t-77 2 - 

499. l. m. 

1 Here, at thy cross, my dying God, 

I lay my soul beneath thy love. 
Beneath the droppings of thy blood, 
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove. 

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me bence, 

Moveless and firm this heart should lie ; 
Resolved, for that 's my last defence, 
If I must perish, here to die. 

3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear ; 

Am I not safe beneath thy shade ? 
Thy vengeance will not strike me here, 
Nor Satan dares my soul invade. 

4 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, 

And all my foes shall lose their aim ; 
Hosaima to my dying God, 

And my best honors to his name! 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

500. 

1 O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, 
"Wilt thou not save a soul from death 

That casts itself on thee ? 
I have no refuge of my own, 
But fly to what my Lord hath done 

And suffered once for me. 

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2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
His spotless righteousness I plead 

And his availing blood : 
Thy merit. Lord, my robe shall be, 
Thy merit shall atone for me, 

And bring me near to God. 

3 Then save me from eternal death, 
The Spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolations send; 
By him some word of life impart, 
And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
Thy Maker is thy friend." 

4 The king of terrors then would be 
A welcome messenger to me, 

To bid me come away ; 
Unclogged by earth or earthly things, 
I'd mount upon his sable wings 

To everlasting day. 

A, M. Toplady, 1776. 
O01 . C. P. ML 

1 Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield 
My heart, by mighty grace compelled, 

Surrenders all to thee : 
Against thy terrors long I strove, 
But who can stand against thy love ? 

Love conquers even me. 

2 Yes, since thou hast thy love reveal ed^ 
And shown my soul a pardon sealed, 

I can resist no more ; 
Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed ? 
Canst thou for such a rebel plead ? 

I wonder and adore ! 

3 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, 
And lightnings flash to blast my soul, 

I still had stubborn been ; 

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But mercy has my heart subdued, 
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, 
And now I hate my sin. 

4 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 
Come, take possession of thine own, 

For thou hast set me free ; 
Released from Satan's hard command, 
See all my powers in waiting stand, 

To be employed by thee. 

John Newton, *779' 

502. c. p. m. 

1 Author of faith, to thee I cry, 

To thee, who wouldst not have me die, 

But know the truth and live ; 
Open mine eyes to see thy face, 
Work in my heart the saving grace ; 
The life eternal give. 

2 Shut up in unbelief. I groan, 
And blindly serve a God unknown, 

Till thou the veil remove ; 
The gift unspeakable impart, 
And write thy name upon my heart, 

And manifest thy love. 

3 I know the work is only thine ; 
The gift of faith is all divine ; 

But if on thee we call, 
Thou wilt the benefit bestow. 
And give us hearts to feel and know 

That thou hast died for all. 

4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in, 
Come unto thee, and rest from sin, 

The blessing seek and find : 
Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and have ; 
Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment 

Both me and all mankind. [save 

342 



SALVATION, — SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



5 Be it according to thy word ; 

Now let me find my pardoning Lord ; 

Let what I ask be given : 
The bar of unbelief remove ; 
Open the door of faith and love, 
And take me into heaven. 

Charles Wesley, *749- 

503. C. P. M. 

1 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 

Secure, insensible ! 
A point of time, a moment's space. 
Removes me to yon heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

2 O God, mine inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress ; 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And tremble on the brink of fate, 

And wake to righteousness. 

3 Before me place, in dread array, 
The pomp of that tremendous day 

When thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom ? 

4 Be this my one great business here, 
With serious industry and fear 

Eternal bliss t' ensure ; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
And suffer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure. 

5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with thee above, 

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SALVA TION, 



— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full, supreme delight, 
And everlasting love. 

Charles Wesley , *749- 

504. L . it 

1 Oh, sweetly breathe the lyres above, 

When angels touch the quivering 
string, 

And wake, to chant ImmanuePs love, 
Such strains as angel-lips can sing ! 

2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell, 

From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, 
When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 

3 Jesus, thy name our souls adore ; 

We own the bond that makes us thine ; 
And carnal joys, that charmed before, 
For thy dear sake we now resign. 

4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 

Accept thine offered grace to-day ; 
Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 
We bow, and give ourselves away. 

5 In thee we trust, on thee rely ; 

Though we are feeble, thou art strong ; 
Oh, keep us till our spirits fly 

To join the bright, immortal throng ! 

Ray Palmer, 1858. 

•50 5 # l. m. 

1 Trembling before thine awful throne, 
O Lord ! in dust my sins I own : 
Justice and mercy for my life 
Contend ; oh, smile and heal the strife ! 

2 The Saviour smiles, upon my soul 
New tides of hope tumultuous roll ; 
His voice proclaims my pardon found ; 
Seraphic transport wings the sound. 

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SALVATION, — SOUGHT AXD FOUND. 



3 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven, 
The new-born peace of sin forgiven ; 
Tears of such pure and deep delight, 
Ye angels, never dimmed your sight. 

4 But I amid your choirs shall shine, 
And all your knowledge will be mine . 
Ye on your harps must lean to hear 
A secret chord that mine will bear. 

Augustus L. Hillhouse, 1816- 

506. 

1 To God, my Saviour and my King, 
Fain would my soul her tribute bring ; 
Join me, ye saints, in songs of praise, 
For ye have known and felt his grace. 

2 ^Wretched and helpless once I lay, 
Just breathing all my life away ; 
He saw me weltering in my blood, 
And felt the pity of a God. 

3 TTith speed he flew to my relief, [grief, 
Bound up my wounds and soothed my 
Poured joy divine into my heart, 

And bade each anxious fear depart. 

4 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord, 
Deep in my breast 1 will record : 

The life which I from thee receive, 
To thee, behold, I freely give. 

5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise 
Through the remainder of my days ; 
And when I join the powers above, 
My soul shall better sing thy love. 

Samuel Stennett, 1778. 

00 ( • L. M. 

1 Lokd. didst thou die, but not for me? 

Am I forbid to trust thy blood ? 
Hast thou not pardons, rich and free, 
And grace, an overwhelming flood ? 
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SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

2 Who, then, shall drive my trembling soul 

From thee, to regions of despair ? 
"Who has surveyed the sacred roll, 

And found my name not written there ? 

3 Presumptuous thought ! to fix the bound, 

To limit mercy's sovereign reign : 
What other happy souls have found, 
I'll seek ; nor shall I seek in vain. 

4 I own my guilt ; my sins confess ; 

Can men or devils make them more ? 
Of crimes already numberless, 

Vain the attempt to swell the score. 

5 Were the black list before my sight, 

While I remember thou hast died, 
'T would only urge my speedier flight, 
To seek salvation at thy side. 

6 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down, 

To thee reveal my guilt and fear ; 
And, if thou spurn me from thy throne, 
I'll be the first who perished there. 

Rippon's Selection, 1787. 

508. L . m. 

1 I send the joys of earth away ; 

Away, ye tempters of the mind, 
False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 
And empty as the whistling wind ! 

2 Your streams were floating me along, 

Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
And w T hile I listened to your song, 

Your streams had e'en conveyed me 
there. 

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, 

Which warned me of that dark abyss, 
Which drew me from those treacherous 

seas, 

And bade me seek superior bliss. 
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4 Now to the shining realms above 

I stretch my hands and glance my eyes ; 
Oh for the pinions of a dove, 
To bear me to the upper skies ! 

5 There, from the bosom of my God, 

Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; 
There would I fix my last abode, 
And drown the sorrows of my soul 

Isaac Watts, I 7°9- 

t509. l. m. 

, 1 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice 
On thee, my Saviour, and my God! 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 

To him who merits all my love ! 
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
While to that sacred shrine I move. 

3 'T is done, the great transaction 's done : 

I am my Lord's, and he is mine : 
He drew me, and I followed on, 

Charmed to confess the voice divine. 

4 Now, rest, my long-divided heart ; 

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest ; 
With ashes who would grudge to part, 
When called on angel's bread to feast ? 

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 

That vow renewed shall daily hear ; 
Till in life's latest hour I bow, 

And bless in death a bond so dear. 

Philip Doddridge^ 1755- 
Ol0» L. M. 

1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine ; 
With full consent thine I would be, 
And own thy sovereign right in me. 
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SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 



2 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
Among the children of thy grace ; 
A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, 
Be thine through all eternity ; 

The vow is passed beyond repeal ; 
And now I set the solemn seal. 

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood 
That bought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee my new Master now I call, 

And consecrate to thee my all. 

5 Do thou assist a feeble worm 

The great engagement to perform ; 
Thy grace can full assistance lend, 
And on that grace I dare depend. 

Samuel Davies, 1760. 
511. CM. 

1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" Come unto me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 
Thy head upon my breast." 

2 I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
I found in him a resting-place, 
And he has made me glad. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

* Behold, I freely give 
The living water; thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink, and live." 

4 I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream ; 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 
And now I live in him. 
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SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" I am this dark world's Light ; 
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, 
And all thy day be bright." 

6 I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk 
Till travelling days are done. 

Horatius Bonar, 1857. 
• Psalm 126. C. M. 

1 When God revealed his gracious name, 

And changed my mournful state, 
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, 
The grace appeared so great. 

2 The world beheld the glorious change, 

And did thy hand confess ; 
My tongue broke out in unknown strains, 
And sung surprising grace. 

3 " Great is the work," my neighbors cried, 

And owned thy power divine ; 
" Great is the work," my heart replied, 
" And be the glory thine." 

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 

Can give us day for night ; 
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 
To rivers of delight. 

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait 

Till the fair harvest come ; 
They shall confess their sheaves are great, 
And shout the blessings home. 

Isaac Watts, 1719* 
Ol3. L. M. 

1 TTho can describe the joys that rise 
Through all the courts of paradise, 
To see a prodigal return, 
To see an heir of glory born ! 
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SALVATION,— SOUGHT AND FOUND. 

2 With joy the Father doth approve 
The fruit of his eternal love ; 

The Son with joy looks down and sees 
The purchase of his agonies. 

3 The Spirit takes delight to view 
The holy soul he formed anew ; 
And saints and angels join to sing 
The growing empire of their King. 

Isaac Watts, l 7°9- 
514. SAL 

1 Who can forbear to sing, 

Who can refuse to praise, 
When Zion's high, celestial King 
His saving power displays ? — 

2 When sinners at his feet, 

By mercy conquered, fall ? 
When grace, and truth, and justice meet 
And peace unites them all ? 

3 When heaven's opening gates 

Invite the pilgrim's feet ; 
And Jesus at their entrance waits, 
To place them on his seat ? 

4 Who can forbear to praise 

Our high, celestial King, 
When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace 
Invites our tongues to sing ? 

Joseph Swain, 1792. 



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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — UNION WITH CHRIST. 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,- UNION 
WITH CHRIST. 

51 0. s. M. 

1 Dear Saviour ! I am thine, 

By everlasting bands ; 
My name, my heart, I would resign ; 
My soul is in thy hands. 

2 To thee I still would cleave 

With ever growing zeal ; 
Let millions tempt me Christ to leave, 
They never shall prevail ! 

3 His Spirit shall unite 

My soul to him, my head ; 
Shall form me to his image bright, 
And teach his paths to tread. 

4 Death may my soul divide 

From this abode of clay ; 
But love shall keep me near his side, 
Through all the gloomy way. 

5 Since Christ and we are one, 

What should remain to fear ? 
If he in heaven has fixed his throne, 
. Hell fix his members there. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755* 

516. 1 John i. 3. S. M. 

1 Our heavenly Father calls, 

And Christ invites us near ; 
With both our friendship shall be sweet 

And our communion dear. 

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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— UNION WITH CHRIST. 



2 God pities all our griefs ; 

He pardons every day, 
Almighty to protect our souls, 
And wise to guide our way. 

3 How large his bounties are ! 

What various stores of good, 
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, 
And purchased with his blood ! 

4 Jesus, our living Head, 

We bless thy faithful care, 
Our Advocate before the throne, 
And our Forerunner there. 

5 Here fix, my roving heart ; 

Here wait, my warmest love ; 
Till the communion be complete, 
In nobler scenes above. 

Philip Doddridge, 17 55- 

517, c. m. 

1 Lord Jesus, are we one with thee ? 

Oh height ! oh depth of love ! 
With thee we died upon the tree, 
In thee we live above. 

2 Such was thy grace, that for our sake 

Thou didst from heaven come down, 
Thou didst of flesh and blood partake, 
In all our sorrows one. 

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 

Confessed and borne by thee ; 
The gall, the curse, the wrath were thine, 
To set thy members free. 

4 Ascended now, in glory bright, 

Still one with us thou art ; 
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, 
Thy saints and thee can part. 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, - UXIOX WITH CHRIST. 

5 Oh, teach us, Lord, to know and own 

This wondrous mystery, 
That thou with us art truly one, 
And we are one w r ith thee ! 

6 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 

When, seated on thy throne, 
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display, 
That thou with us art one. 

James G. Deck, 1837. 
1 8 • C. M. 

1 Lord, in thy people dost thou dwell, 

And do they dwell in thee ? 
Oh blessedness unspeakable ! 
Oh wondrous unity ! 

2 One with thee, all thy life they know, 

And all thou hast possess ; 
In thee they underwent all woe, 
And wrought all righteousness. 

3 One with them still thou walkest here, 

And all their life dost know ; 
When they are glad, thou makest cheer , 
Thou weepest in their woe. 

4 When Satan tempts thy people sore, 

Again he tempteth thee ; 
And when he flees from them, once more 
Thou makest him to flee. 

o In every gift and grace of theirs, 
Thy beauty, Lord, doth shine ; 
Their faithfulness thine own declares; 
Their righteousness is thine. 

6 When thou thy kingdom shalt obtain, 
And put thy glory on, 
Thine endless reign shall be their reign : 
The King and they are one. 
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7 Lord Jesus, grant me all this grace ; 
Abide, be one with me : 
Give me to dwell in thine embrace, 
Forever one with thee ! 

T. H. Gill, i860. 
519. CM. 

1 blessing rich, for sons of men 

Members of Christ to be, 
Joined to the holy Son of God 
In wondrous unity. 

2 O Jesus, our great Head divine, 

From whom most freely flow 
The streams of life and strength and 
To all the frame below : [warmth 

3 Keep us as members sound and whole 

Within thy body true ; 
Build us into a temple fair, 
Meet stones in order due. 

4 Keep us good branches of thy vine, 

Large store of fruit to yield ; 
Keep us as sheep that wander not 
From thy most pleasant field. 

5 For one with God, Jesus blest, 

We are, when one with thee, 
With saints on earth and saints at rest 
A glorious company. 

H'l.nnologia Christiana, 1863. 

520. 

1 Jesus, immutably the same, 

Thou true and living Vine, 
Around thy all-supporting stem 
My feeble arms I twine. 

2 Quickened by thee, and kept alive, 

I flourish and bear fruit ; 
My life I from thy sap derive, 
My vigor from thy root. 

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3 I can do nothing without thee ; 

My strength is wholly thine ; 
Withered and barreu should I be, 
If severed from the Vine. 

4 Upon my leaf, when parched with heat, 

Refreshing dew shall drop ; 
The plant which thy right hand hath set, 
Shall ne'er be rooted up. 

Each moment watered by thy care, 

And feDced with power divine, 
Fruit to eternal life shall bear 
The feeblest branch of thine. 

Augiistus M. Toplady, 1771* 

521. cm. 

1 Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace. 

That calls a worm thy own ; 
Gives me among thy saints a place 
To make thy glories known. 

2 Allied to thee, our vital Head, 

We act, and grow, and thrive ; 
From thee divided, each is dead 
"When most he seems alive. 

3 Thy saints on earth and those above 

Here join in sweet accord ; 
One body all in mutual love, 
And thou our common Lord. 

4 Oh, may my faith each hour derive 

Thy Spirit with delight ; 
While death and hell in vain shall strive 
This bond to disunite. 

5 Thou the whole body wilt present 

Before thy Father's face, 
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot 
Its beauteous form disgrace. 

Ph II ip Doddridge, 1735- 

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0,22. c. m. 

1 Oh ! mean may seem this house of clay, 

Yet 'twas the Lord's abode ; 
Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 
Yet here Immanuel trod. 

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear ; 

This watch the Lord did keep ; 
These burdens sore the Lord did bear ; 
These tears the Lord did weep ! 

3 Our very frailty brings us near 

Unto the Lord of heaven ; 
To every grief, to every tear, 
Such glory strange is given. 

4 But not this fleshly robe alone 

Shall link us, Lord, to thee ; 
Nor always in the tear and groan 
Shall the dear kindred be. 

5 "We shall be reckoned for thine own, 

Because thy heaven we share ; 
Because we sing around thy throne, 
And thy bright raiment wear. 

6 Oh, mighty grace ! our life to live, 

To make our earth divine ; 
Oh, mighty grace ! thy heaven to give, 
And lift our life to thine ! 

T. H. Gill, x86o. 

•523. c. m. 

1 Compared with Christ, in all beside 

No comeliness I see ; 
The one thing needful, dearest Lord, 
Is to be one with thee. 

2 The sense of thy expiring love 

Into my soul convey ; 
Thyself bestow : for thee alone 
I absolutely pray. 
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3 Whatever else thy will withholds, 

Here grant me to succeed : 
Oh let thyself my portion be, 
And I am blest indeed ! 

4 Less than thyself will not suffice 

My comfort to restore ; 
More than thyself I cannot have, 
And thou canst give no more. 

5 Loved of my God, for him again 

With love intense I burn ; 
Chosen of thee ere time began, 
I choose thee in return. 

6 Whate'er consists not with thy love, 

Oh teach me to resign ; 
I 'm rich to all th' intents of bliss, 
If thou, O God, art mine ! 

Augustus M. Toplady, *77 2 * 

CHRISTIAN LIFE,- LOVE 
TO CHRIST. 

524. 

1 Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts, 

Thou fount of life ! thou light of men ! 
From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
We turn unfilled to thee again. 

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 

Thou savest those that on thee call ; 
To them that seek thee, thou art good, 
To them that find thee, All in All ! 

3 We taste thee, thou Living Bread, 

And long to feast upon thee still ; 
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst our souls from thee to fill ! 
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4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 

Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 

5 O Jesus, ever with us stay ; 

Make all our moments calm and bright ; 
Chase the dark night of sin away, 
Shed o'er the world thy holy light ! 

Bernard of Clair vaux ; tr. by Ray Palmer, 1858. 

525* l. m. 

1 When sins and fears prevailing rise, 

And fainting hope almost expires, 
Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyes, 

To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 

2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? 

And can my hope, my comfort die, 
Fixed on thine everlasting word, [sky ! 
That word which built the earth and 

3 If my immortal Saviour lives, 

Then my immortal life is sure ; 
His word a firm foundation gives ; 
Here let me build and rest secure. 

4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell ; 

Immovable the promise stands ; 
Not all the powers of earth or hell 
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 

5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose ; 

If Jesus is forever mine, 
Not death itself, that last of foes, 
Shall break a union so divine. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

526. s . m. 

1 Blest be thy love, dear Lord, 
That taught us this sweet way, 
Only to love thee for thyself, 
And for that love obey. 

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2 thou, our souls' chief hope, 

We to thy mercy fly ; 
Where'er we are, thou canst protect, 
Whate'er we need, supply. 

3 Whether we sleep or wake, 

To thee we both resign : 
By night we see, as well as day, 
If thy light on us shine. 

4 Whether we live or die, 

Both we submit to thee ; 
In death we live, as well as life, 
If thine in death we be. 

John Austin t 1668. 

527. Psalm 63. S. M. 

1 My God, permit my tongue 
This joy, to call thee mine, 
And let my early cries prevail 
To taste thy love divine. 

2 . My thirsty, fainting soul 
Thy mercy doth implore ; 
Not travellers in desert lands 
Can pant for water more. 

3 For life without thy love 

No relish can afford ; 
- No joy can be compared to this, 
To serve and please the Lord. 

4 In wakeful hours of night, 

I call my God to mind ; 
I think how wise thy counsels are, 
And all thy dealings kind. 

5 Since thou hast been my help, 

To thee my spirit flies, 
And on thy watchful providence 
My cheerful hope relies. 

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6 The shadow of thy wings 
My soul in safety keeps ; 
I follow where my Father leads, 
And he supports my steps. 

Isaac Watts, 1719- 

528. s. m. 

1 My God, my Life, my Love, 

To thee, to thee I call ; 
I cannot live if thou remove, 
For thou art all in all. 

2 To thee, and thee alone, 

The angels owe their bliss ; 
They sit around thy gracious throne, 
And dwell where Jesus is. 

3 Not all the harps above 

Can make a heavenly place, 
If God his residence remove, 
Or but conceal his face. 

4 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 

Can one delight afford ; 
No, not a drop of real joy 
Without thy presence, Lord. 

5 Thou art the sea of love, 

Where all my pleasures roll ; 
The circle where my passions move, 
And centre of my soul. 

Isaac Wattst 1709- 

529. s. m. 

1 Not with our mortal eyes 

Have we beheld the Lord ; 
Yet we rejoice to hear his name, 
And love him in his word. 

2 On earth we want the sight 

Of our Redeemer's face ; 
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
To dwell upon thy grace. 
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7s_ 



3 And when we taste thy love. 
Our joys divinely grow 
Unspeakable, like those above, 
And heaven begins below. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

530. 

1 Hark ! my soul ; it is the Lord, 
'T is thy Saviour ; hear his word ; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 

" Say. poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 

2 u I delivered thee when bound, 

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right. 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease toward the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above. 
Deeper than the depths beneath. 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

" Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done ; 
Partner of my throne shalt be : 
Say. poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 99 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint. 

That my love is weak and faint ; 

Yet I love thee, and adore ; 
, Oh ! for grace to love thee more. 

William Cowper, *779* 

o31. n 

1 'Tis a point I long to know, 
Oft it causes anxious thought, 
Do I love the Lord or no ? 
Am I his, or am I not ? 
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2 If I love, why am I thus ? 

Why this dull, this lifeless frame ? 
Hardly, sure, can they be worse 
Who have never heard his name. 

3 Could my heart so hard remain, 

Prayer a task and burden prove, 
Every trifle give me pain. 
If I knew a Saviour's love ? 

4 When I turn my eyes within 

All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
Filled with unbelief and sin, 
Can I deem myself a child ? 

5 Yet I mourn my stubborn will. 

Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I grieve for what I feel 
If I did not love at all ? 

6 Could I joy his saints to meet. 

Choose the ways I once abhorred, 
Find at times the promise sweet, 
If I did not love the Lord ? 

7 Lord, decide the doubtful case : 

Thou who art thy people's sun, 
Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 

S Let me love thee more and more, 
If I love at all. I pray ; 
If I have not loved before. 
Help me to begin to-day. 

John Xacton, iJ79» 
532, C. P. M 

1 loye divine, how sweet thou art ! 
When shall I find my willing heart 

All taken up by thee ? 
I thirst, I faint. I die to prove 
The greatness of redeeming love, — 
The love of Christ to me. 
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2 Stronger his love than death or hell ; 
Its riches are unsearchable ; 

The first-born sons of light 
Desire in vain its depths to see ; 
They cannot reach the mystery, 

The length, the breadth, the height 

3 God only knows the love of God ; 
Oh that it now were shed abroad 

In this poor stony heart : 
For love I sigh, for love I pine ; 
This only portion, Lord, be mine ; 

Be mine this better part. 

4 Oh that I could forever sit 
With Mary at the Master's feet ! 

Be this my happy choice ; 
My only care, delight, and bliss, 
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, 

To hear the Bridegroom's voice. 

5 Oh that I could, with favored John, 
Recline my weary head upon 

The dear Redeemer's breast : 
From care, and sin, and sorrow free, 
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee 

My everlasting rest. 

Charles Wesley, 1746. 
• 8s & 7a. 

1 I would love thee, God and Father ! 

My Redeemer, and my King ! 
I would love thee ; for, without thee, 
Life is but a bitter thing. 

2 I would love thee ; every blessing 

Flows to me from out thy throne : 
I would love thee — he who loves thee 
Never feels himself alone. 

3 I would love thee ; look upon me, 

Ever guide me with thine eye : 

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I would love thee ; if not nourished 
By thy love, my soul would die. 

4 I would love thee ; may thy brightness 

Dazzle my rejoicing eyes ! 
I would love thee ; may thy goodness 
Watch from heaven o'er all I prize. 

5 I would love thee, I have vowed it ; 

On thy love my heart is set : 
While I love thee, I will never 
My Redeemer's blood forget. 

Tr.from French " Christian Songs," 1855. 

o34:. L M. 

1 Jesus, thy boundless love to me [clare ; 

No thought can reach, no tongue de- 
Oh knit my thankful heart to thee, 

And reign without a rival there : 
Thine wholly, thine alone, I am ; 
Be thou alone my constant flame. 

2 Oh grant that nothing in my soul 

May dwell, but thy pure love alone : 
Oh may thy love possess me whole. — 

My joy, my treasure, and my crown: 
Strange flames far from my heart remove ; 
My every act. word, thought, be love. 

3 Oh Love ! how cheering is thy ray ! 

All pain before thy presence flies ; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, 

Where'er thy healing beams arise : 
Jesus ! nothing may I see, 
Nothing desire, or seek but thee ! 

4 In suff'ring be thy love my peace ; 

In weakness be thy love my power ; 
And when the storms of life shall cease, 

Jesus, in that important hour, 
In death as life be thou my guide, 
And save me, who for me hast died. 

Paul Grrhard, 1653 ; tr. by John Wesley, 1739- 
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0» L. M. 

1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 

Whose depth, unfathomed, no man 
knows, 

I see from far thy beauteous light : 

Inly I sigh for thy repose ; 
My heart is pained ; nor can it be 
At rest till it find rest in thee. 

2 Thy secret voice invites me still 

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ; 
And fain I would ; but though my will 

Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove ; 
Yet hindrances strow all the way ; 
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. 

3 Is there a thing beneath the sun [share ? 

That strives with thee my heart to 
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The Lord of every motion there ; 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it hath found repose in thee. 

4 Love, thy sovereign aid impart 

To save me from low-thoughted care ; 
Chase this self-will through all my heart, 

Through all its latent mazes there ; 
Make me thy duteous child, that I, 
Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry. 

Gerhard Tersteegen, 173* ; tr. by John Wesley, 1739* 

536 • c mu 

1 Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 

While here o'er earth we rove ; 
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 
The kindling of thy love. 

2 With ^hee conversing, we forget 

All time, and toil, and care ; 
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 
If thou, my God, art here. 
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3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, 

And bid my heart rejoice ; 
My bounding heart shall own thy sway. 
And echo to thy voice. 

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 

'T is all I wish to seek ; 
T' attend the whispers of thy grace. 
And hear thee inly speak. 

5 Let this my every hour employ, * 

Till I thy glory see : 
Enter into my Master's joy, 
And find my heaven in thee. 

Charles Wesley, ^739- 
• • CM. 

1 Thou lovely Source of true delight, 

Whom I unseen adore, 
Unveil thy beauties to my sight, 
That I may love thee more. 

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines ; 

But in thy sacred word 
I read in fairer, brighter lines, 
My bleeding, dying Lord. 

3 'T is here, whene'er my comforts droop, 

And sins and sorrows rise, 
Thy love with cheerful beams of hope 
My fainting heart supplies. 

4 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light. 

Oh come with blissful ray, [night. 
Break radiant through the shades of 
And chase my fears away. 

5 Then shall my soul with rapture trace 

The wonders of thy love ; 
But tbe full glories of thy face 
Are only known above. 

Anne Steele, 1760- 

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o3h. C. M. 

1 Jesus, thou the beauty art 

Of angel-worlds above ; 
Thy name is music to the heart, 
Enchanting it with love. 

2 Celestial sweetness unalloyed ! 

Who eat thee hunger still ; 
Who drink of thee, still feel a void, 
Which nought but thou can fill. 

3 my sweet Jesus, hear the sighs 

Which unto thee I send; 
To fhee mine inmost spirit cries, 
My being's hope and end. 

4 Stay with us Lord and let thy light 

Illume the soul's abyss, 
Scatter the darkness of our night, 
And fill the world with bliss. 

Bernard of Clair vaux, H4°; tr. by E. Castoall, 1849, «. 

o39. c. m. 

1 Jesus ! the very thought of thee 

With sweetness fills my breast ; 
But sw r eeter far thy face to see, 
And in thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

Nor can the memory find 
A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
O Saviour of mankind ! 

3 O Hope of every contrite heart, 

Joy of all the meek ! 
To those who fall, how kind thou art, 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this 

Nor tongue nor pen can show : 
The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but his loved ones know. 
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5 Jesus, our only joy be thou ! 
As thou our prize wilt be ; 
Jesus, be thou our glory now, 
And through eternity ! 

Bernard of Clairvaux, "53 ; tr. by E. Caswall, 1849. 

540. 

1 Jesus, I love thy charming name, 

'T is music to mine ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud 
That earth and heaven should hear. 

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport, and my trust ; 
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish, 

In thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dw r ells upon my heart, 

And sheds its fragrance there ; 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

5 I'll speak the honors of thy name 

With my last laboring breath ; 
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms. 
The antidote of death. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755. 

<541 . c. m. 

1 My God, I love thee ; not because 

I hope for heaven thereby, 
Nor yet because who love thee not 
Must burn eternally. 

2 Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me 

Upon the cross embrace ; 
For me didst bear the nails, and spear, 
And manifold disgrace, 
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3 And griefs and torments numberless, 

And sweat of agony ; 
Yea, death itself ; and all for me 
Who was thine enemy. 

4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, 

Should I not love thee well ? 
Not for the hope of winning heaven, 
Nor of escaping helL 

5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, 

Not seeking a reward ; 
But as thyself hast loved me, 

ever-loving Lord, 

6 So would I love thee, dearest Lord, 

And in thy praise will sing ; 
Solely because thou art my God, 
And my Eternal King. 

Francis Xavier, *55 2 ; tr. by Edvard Caswall, 1 %49 t 

o42# c. m. 

1 Do not I love thee, my Lord ? 

Behold my heart and see; 
And turn each cursed idol out 
That dares to rival thee. 

2 Is not thy name melodious still 

To mine attentive ear ? 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 

1 would disdain to feed ? 

Hast thou a foe before whose face 
I fear thy cause to plead ? 

4 Would not my ardent spirit vie 

With angels round the throne 
To execute thy sacred will 
And make thy glory known? 
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5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 

In honor of thy name, 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th' immortal flame ? 

6 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord ; 

But, oh ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love thee more. 

Philip Doddridge, J 755- 

543. C. M. 

1 Ye souls for whom the Son did die, 

In whom the Spirit dwells, 
Your sweet amazement riseth high, 
And strong your rapture swells. 

2 Who spared not that Son Divine ? 

Who sent that Spirit sweet? 
Father, the work of love is thine, 
The wonder is complete. 

3 Thrice blessed souls, by heavenly love 

Elect, redeemed, renewed ; 
Through endless years, below, above, 
By heavenly Love pursued ! 

4 Lord ! wouldst thou set thy love on me 

And choose me in thy Son ? 
Lord ! hath my heart been given to thee ? 
Hath love in me begun ? 

5 Ne'er let thy smile from me depart, 

My heart from thee remove ! 
Eternal Lover, teach my heart 
Thine own eternal love. 

6 As on the endless ages roll 

Let my glad song still be, 
" Forever hast thou loved my soul ; 
Lord ! thou hast chosen me." 

Thomas H. Gill, xS6a 

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Psalm 63. L. M. 

1 God ! thou art my God alone, 

Early to thee my soul shall cry, 
A pilgrim in a land unknown, 

A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. 

2 Yet through this rough and thorny maze 

I follow hard on thee, my God ; 
Thine hand, unseen, upholds my ways, 
I safely tread where thou hast trod. 

3 Better than life itself thy love, 

Dearer than all beside to me, 
For whom have I in heaven above, 
Or what on earth, compared with thee ? 

4 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, 

For all thy mercy I will give ; 
My soul shall still in God rejoice, 

My tongue shall bless thee while I li\e- 

James Montgomery, 1822. 
£)45. L. M. 

1 O God, my God, my all thou art ; 

Ere shines the dawn of rising day, 
Thy sovereign light within my heart, 
Thy all enlivening power display. 

2 For thee my thirsty soul doth pant, 

While in this desert land I live ; 
And hungry as I am, and faint, 
Thy love alone can comfort give. 

3 More dear than life itself, thy love 

My heart and tongue shall still emplef ; 
And to declare thy praise will prove 
My peace, my glory, and my joy. 

4 In blessing thee with grateful songs 

My happy life shall glide away ; 
The praise that to thy name belongs 
Hourly with lifted hands I'll pay. 
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5 Abundant sweetness, while I sing 

Thy love, my ravished heart o'erflo^ s 
Secure in thee, my God and King, 
Of glory that no period knows. 

Translated from the Spanish by John Wesley. 

546. l. m. 

1 O thou, by long experience tried, 
Near whom no grief can long abide 
x>iy Xiord, how full of sweet content 
]l pass my years of banishment. 

2 All scenes alike engaging prove 

To souls impressed with sacred love ; 
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee 
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 

3 To me remains nor place nor time ; 
My country is in every clime ; 

I can be calm and free from care 
On any shore, since God is there. 

4 "While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none ; 

But with our God to guide the way, 
'T is equal joy to go or stay. 

5 Could I be cast where thou art not, 
That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
But regions none remote I call, 
Secure of finding God in all. 

Jeanne Marie Guy on, '79° ; tr. by William Coivper, i8oi< 
54 i . L. M. 

1 O thou, my soul, forget no more 
The Friend who all thy misery bore ; 
Let every idol be forgot, 

But, O my soul, forget him not. 

2 Jesus for thee a body takes, 

Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks, 
Discharging all thy dreadful debt ; 
And canst thou e'er such love forget ? 
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3 Renounce thy works and ways, with grief. 
And fly to this most sure relief ; 

Nor him forget, who left his throne 
And for thy life gave up his own. 

4 Infinite truth and mercy shine 
In him, and he himself is thine : 
And canst thou then, with sin beset, 
Such charms, such matchless charms 

forget ? 

5 Ah, no : when all things else expire, 
And perish in the general fire, 
This name all others shall survive, 
And through eternity shall live. 

Khrisnu Pal, tr. by Joshua Marshman, 1801. 

548. L . m. 

1 Xot yet, ye people of his grace, 
Ye see your Saviour face to face ; 
Not yet enamored eyes ye bring 
Unto the glory of your King. 

2 Ye follow in his steps below, 
Along his thorny way ye go, 
Ye stand his bitter cross beside, 
Ye cling to him, the crucified. 

3 Upon his grace ye banquet here ; 
Ye know him true, ye feel him near ; 
The balm of his dear blood ye bless ; 
Ye wear his robe of righteousness. 

4 But greater shall the wonder grow, 
But mightier shall the joy o'erflow ; 
Upon your Lord ye yet shall gaze 
And look your love and sweet amaze. 

/) Oh make me meet for joy like this ! 
Oh grant me grace to bear the bliss, 
To set my heart on thee below, 
Nor other lord or love to know* 
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6 Then shall I set mine eyes on thee, 
The King in all his beauty see, 
And gazing on for evermore, 
Glow with the beauty I adore. 

Thomas H. Gill, 1859. 

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE } - 
PENITENCE. 

549. 

1 Lord, with a grieved and aching heart, 

To thee I look, to thee I cry ; 
Supply my wants, and ease my smart ; 
Oh help me soon, or else I die. 

2 Here, on my soul, a burden lies ! 

No human power can it remove ; 
My numerous sins like mountains rise ; 
Do thou reveal thy pardoning love. 

3 Break off these adamantine chains ; 

From cruel bondage set me free ; 
Rescue from everlasting pains, 

And bring me safe to heaven and thee. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1778. 

550. l. m. 

1 Jesus demands this heart of mine, 

Demands my love, my joy, my care ; 
But ah ! how dead to things divine, 
How cold my best affections are! 

2 'T is sin, alas ! with dreadful power, 

Divides my Saviour from my sight ; 
Oh, for one happy, shining hour 
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight! 

3 Lord ! let thy love shine forth and raise 

My captive powers from sin and death. 
And fill my heart and life with praise, 
And tune my last expiring breath. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

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OOl, Psalm 130. L. M. 

1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, 

To thee, my God, I raise my cries ; 
If thou severely mark our faults, 

No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, 

Free to dispense thy pardons there ; 
That sinners may approach thy face, 
And hope and love, as well as fear. 

3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, 

And long and wish for breaking day, 
So waits my soul before thy gate : 
When will my God his face display ? 

4 My trust is fixed upon thy word, 

Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ; 
Let mourning souls address the Lord, 
And find relief from all their pain. 

5 Great is his love, and large his grace, 

Through the redemption of his Son ; 
He turns our feet from sinful ways, 
And pardons what our hands have done. 

Isaac Watts, 17*9- 

552. L. M. 

1 Oh that my load of sin were gone ! 

Oh that I could at last submit 
At Jesus' feet to lay it down, 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 

2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb, 

The God of my salvation see ? 
Weary, O Lord, thou know'st I am ; 
Yet still I cannot come to thee. 

3 Rest for my soul I long to find ; 

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
And stamp thy image on my heart! 
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4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 

Thy light and easy burden prove, 
The cross, all stained with hallowed blood, 
The labor of thy dying love, 

5 This moment would I take it up, 

And after my dear Master bear ; 
With thee ascend to Calvary's top, 
And bow my head and suffer there. 

6 I would ; but thou must give the power, 

My heart from every sin release ; 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
And fill me with thy perfect peace ! 

Charles Wesley, *74 2 - 

553, l. m. 

1 Weary of wandering from my God, 

And now made willing to return, 
I hear, and bow me to the rod ; 

For thee not without hope I mourn : 
I have an advocate above, 
A friend before the throne of love. 

2 Jesus, full of pardoning grace, 

More full of grace than I of sin ; 
Yet once again I seek thy face, 

Open thine arms and take me in, 
And freely my backslidings heal, 
And love the faithless sinner still ! 

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, 

My fallen spirit to restore ; 
Oh, for thy truth and mercy's sake, 

Forgive, and bid me sin no more ! 
The ruins of my soul repair, 
And make my heart an house of prayer ! 

4 Ah ! give me, Lord, the tender heart, 

That trembles at th' approach of sin ; 
A godly fear of sin impart, 

Implant, and root it deep within ; 
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That I may dread thy gracious power, 
And never dare offend thee more ! 

Charles Wesley, 1749- 
o54:« L. M. 

1 Jesus, our souls' delightful choice, 
In thee, believing, we rejoice ; 

Yet still our joy is mixed with grief, 
While faith contends with unbelief. 

2 Thy promises our hearts revive, 
And keep our fainting hopes alive ; 
But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise, 
And hide the promise from our eyes. 

3 Oh let not sin and Satan boast, 
While saints lie mourning in the dust ; 
Nor see that faith to ruin brought, 
Which thy own gracious hand hath 

wrought. 

4 Do thou the dying spark inflame ; 
Reveal the glories of thy name ; 
And put all anxious doubts to flight, 
As shades dispersed by opening light. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

o55# l. m. 

1 Oh, where is now that glowing love, 

That marked our union with the Lord ? 
Our hearts were fixed on tilings above, 
Nor could the world a joy afford. 

2 Where is the zeal that led us then 

To make our Saviour's glory known ? 
That freed us from the fear of men, 
And kept our eye on him alone ? 

3 Where are the happy seasons spent 

'In fellowship with him we loved ? 
The sacred joy, the sweet content, 

The blessedness that then we proved . ; 
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PENITENCE. 



4 Behold ! again we turn to thee ; 

Oh, cast us not away, though vile ! 
No peace we have, no joy we see, 
Lord our God, but in thy smile. 

Thomas Kelly, 1806. 

556. Psalm 25. S. M. 

1 Mine eyes and my desire 

Are ever to the Lord ; 
I love to plead his promises, 
And rest upon his word. 

2 Lord, turn thee to my soul ; 

Bring thy salvation near : 
When will thy hand release my feet 
Out of the deadly snare ? 

3 When shall the sovereign grace 

Of my forgiving God 
Restore me from those dangerous ways 
My wandering feet have trod ? 

4 Oh keep my soul from death, 

Nor put my hope to shame, 
For I have placed my only trust 
In my Redeemer's name. 

5 With humble faith I wait 

To see thy face again : 
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said, 
He sought the Lord in vain. 

Isaac Watts, i7 x 9* 

557. S. M. 

1 Is this the kind return, 

And these the thanks we owe ? 
Thus to abuse eternal Love, 
Whence all our blessings flow ! 

2 To what a stubborn frame 

Hath sin reduced our mind ! 
What strange, rebellious wretches we, 
And God as strangely kind ! 
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3 Turn, turn us, mighty God, 

And mould our souls afresh ; [stone, 
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of 
And give us hearts of flesh. 

4 Let past ingratitude 

Provoke our weeping eyes, 
And hourly, as new mercies fall, 
Let hourly thanks arise. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

558. S. M. 

1 Oh that I could repent, 

With all my idols part ; 
And to thy gracious eyes present 
A humble, contrite heart ; 

2 A heart with grief oppressed 

For having grieved my God ; 
A troubled heart, that cannot rest 
Till sprinkled with thy blood. 

3 With softening pity look, 

And melt my hardness down ; 
Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, 
And break this heart of stone ! 

4 Saviour and Prince of Peace, 

The double grace bestow ; 
Unloose the bands of wickedness, 
And let the captive go. 

5 Grant me my sins to feel, 

And then the load remove ; 
Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal> 
The balm of pardoning love. 

Charles Wesley, 174°' 

559. 7s. 

1 Depth of mercy ! can there be 
Mercy still reserved for mo ? 
Can my God his wrath forbear ? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 
379 

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2 I have long withstood his grace ; 
Long provoked him to his face ; 
Would not hearken to his calls ; 
Grieved him by a thousand falls. 

3 Kindled his relentings are ; 
Me he now delights to spare ; 
Cries, How shall I give thee up ? 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

4 There for me the Saviour stands ; 
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands, 
God is love ! I know, I feel ; 

Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 

5 Jesus, answer from above ; 
Is not all thy nature love ? 
Wilt thou not the wrong: forget? 
Suffer me to kiss thy feet ? 

6 Now incline me to repent ; 
Let me now my sins lament ; 
Now my foul revolt deplore, 
Weep, believe, and sin no more. 

Charles Wesley, i74°- 

560. Psalm 6. 7s. 

1 Gently, gently lay thy rod 
On my sinful head, God ! 
Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay, 
Lest I sink before its sway ! 

2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak ; 
Heal me, for thy grace I seek : 
This, my only plea, I make, 
Heal me for thy mercy's sake ! 

3 Who within the silent grave 
Shall proclaim thy power to save ? 
Lord, my trembling soul reprieve ; 
Speak ! and I shall rise and live. 

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4 Lo ! he comes ; he heeds my plea ; 
Lo ! he comes ; the shadows flee ; 
Glory round me dawns once more, 
Rise, my spirit, and adore ! 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 

561. 7s. 

1 Prixce of peace, control my will ; 
Bid this struggling heart be still ; 
Bid my fears and doubtings cease, 
Hush my spirit into peace. 

2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, 
Opened wide the gate to God : 
Peace I ask, but peace must be, 
Lord, in being one with thee. 

3 May thy will, not mine, be done ; 
May thy will and mine be one : 
Chase these doubtings from my heart ; 
Now thy perfect peace impart. 

4 Saviour ! at thy feet I fall ; 
Thou my life, my God, my all ! 
Let thy happy servant be 

One for evermore with thee ! 

Anon. 

562. l.m. 

1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, 
To wash me in thy cleansing blood, 
To dwell within thy wounds : then pain 
Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be 
Forever closed to all but thee ; 

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear 
That pledge of love forever there. 

3 How blest are they who still abide 
Close sheltered in thy bleeding side ; 
"Who life and strength from thence derive, 
And by thee move, and in thee live. 

381 



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i What are our works but sin and death, 
Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe ? 
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move, 
Oh wondrous grace ! Oh boundless love ! 

5 Ah, Lord ! enlarge our scanty thought, 
To know the wonders thou hast wrought ! 
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell 
Thy love immense, unsearchable ! 

6 First-born of many brethren thou, 
To thee, lo, all our souls we bow ; 

To thee our hearts and hands we give ; 
Thine may we die, thine may we live. 

Count Zinzendorf, John and Anna Nitschman, 1737-8 ; 
tr. by J. Wesley, i 74 o. 

563. l.m. 

1 Thou Prince of glory, slain for me, 

Breathing forgiveness in thy prayer ; 
That loving, melting look I see, 

That bursting sigh, that tender tear. 

2 Can I behold that closing eye, 

Still fixed on me, still beaming love T 
And can I see my Saviour die, 
Nor feel one holy passion move ? 

3 Let me but hear thy dying voice 

Pronounce forgiveness in my breast . 
My trembling spirit shall rejoice, 
And feel the calm of heavenly rest. 

4 Lord, thine atoning blood apply, 

And life or death is sweet to me ; 
In life's last hour, thy presence, nigh, 
From fear shall set my spirit free. 

Win. Bengo Collyer, 1S12. 

564. L . m 

1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, 
And fix my frail, inconstant heart ; 
Henceforth my chief delight shall be 
To dedicate myself to thee. 

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2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, 
One thought shall fill my soul with joy ; 
That silent, secret thought shall be, 
That all my hopes are fixed on thee. 

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; 
Thou'rt present, Lord, in every place ; 
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be, 
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 

4 Renouncing every worldly thing, 
And safe beneath thy spreading wing, 
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, 
That all I want I find in thee. 

J. F. Oberlin, 1820; tr. by Mrs. Daniel Wilson, 1830. 

585. l. m. 

1 When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend, 

And plead with thee for mercy there, 
Think of the sinner's dying Friend, 
And for his sake receive my prayer. 

2 Oh think not of my shame and guilt, 

My thousand stains of deepest dye ; 
Think of the blood which Jesus spilt, 
And let that blood my pardon buy. 

3 Think, Lord, how I am still thy own, 

The trembling creature of thy hand ; 
Think how my heart to sin is prone, 
And what temptations round me stand. 

4 Oh think upon thy holy word, 

And every plighted promise there ; 
How prayer should evermore be heard, 
And how thy glory is to spare. 

5 Oh think not of my doubts and fears, 

My strivings with thy grace divine : 
Think upon Jesus' woes and tears, 
' And let his merits stand for mine. 
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6 Thine eye. thine ear, they are not dull ; 
Thine arm can never shortened be ; 
Behold me here ; my heart is full ; 
Behold, and spare, and succor me ! 

Henry Francis Lyte, 1833- 

566. L M . 

1 Thou only Sovereign of my heart. 

My Refuge, my Almighty Friend, 
And can my soul from thee depart. 
On whom alone my hopes depend ? 

2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go. 

A wretched wanderer from my Lord ? 
Can this dark world of sin and woe 
One glimpse of happiness afford ? 

3 Eternal life thy words impart ; 

On these my fainting spirit lives : 
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart 
Than all the round of nature gives. 

4 Let earth's alluring joys combine ; 

While thou art near, in vain they call : 
One smile, one blissful smile, of thine. 
My gracious Lord, outweighs them all. 

5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie : 

Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; 
Still let me live beneath thine eye. 
For lire, eternal life, is thine. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

567. L. ML 

1 Mr only Saviour ! when I feel 

O'erwhelmed in spirit, faint, oppressed. 
'T is sweet to tell thee, while I kneel 
Low at thy feet, thou art my rest. 

2 I'm weary of the strife within : 

Strong powers against my soul contest ; 
Oh. le: me turn from self and sin 

To thy dear cross, for there is rest !' 
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3 Oh ! sweet will be the welcome clay, 

When, from her toils and woes released, 
My parting soul in death shall say, 
" Now, Lord ! I come to thee for rest." 

Anon. 




L. M. 



1 My God, permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and thee ; 
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest love. 

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 
And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
Why should I cleave to things below, 
And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 
One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
I would obey the voice divine, 

And all inferior joys resign. 

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; 
Let noise and vanity be gone ; 

In secret silence of the mind, 

My heaven, and there my God, I find. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

569. l. m. 

1 Return, my roving heart, return, 

And chase these shadowy forms no 
Seek out some solitude to mourn, [more ; 
And thy forsaken God implore. 

2 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye 

Distinct surveys each deep recess ; 
In these abstracted hours draw nigh, 
And with thy presence fill the place. 

3 Through all the mazes of my heart, 

My search let heavenly wisdom guide, 
And still its radiant beams impart 
Till all be searched and purified. 

385 



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PENITENCE. 



4 Then, with the visits of thy love, 

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ; 
Till every grace shall join to prove 
That God has fixed his dwelling there. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

o70# L. M. 

1 My soul before thee prostrate lies ; 
To thee, her Source, my spirit flies : 
My wants I mourn, my chains I see ; 
Oh, let thy presence set me free ! 

2 Undone and lost, for aid I cry ; 

In thy death, Saviour, let me die ; [pain, 
Grieved with thy grief, pained with thy 
Ne'er let me live for self again. 

3 In life's short day, let me yet more 
Of thine enlivening love implore ; 
My mind must deeper sink in thee, 
My foot stand firm, from wandering free. 

Christian Frieelrich Eichter, 1676-1711. 

i 1 • L. M. 

1 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies ! 
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes ; 
Nor let th' offenses of my hand 
Within thy book recorded stand. 

2 Give me a will to thine subdued, 
A conscience pure, a soul renewed ; 
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, 
An outcast from thy presence roam. 

3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart 

Once more its quickening aid impart ; 
My mind from every fear release, 
And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. 

James Merrick, 1763. 

^ 2 . c. M. 

1 Jesus ! our fainting spirits cry, 

When wilt thou show thy face ? 
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Oh ! when our longings satisfy. 
And fill us with thy grace ? 

2 We sinners, Lord, with earnest heart, 

With sighs and prayers and tears, 
To thee our inmost cares impart, 
Our burdens and our fears. 

3 Thy sovereign grace can give relief, 

Thou Source of peace and light ! 
Dispel the gloomy cloud of grief, 
And make our darkness bright. 

4 Around thy Father's throne on high, 

All heaven thy glory sings ; 
And earth, for which thou cam'st Jo die, 
Loud with thy praises rings. 

5 Dear Lord ! to thee our prayers ascend ; 

Our eyes thy face would see : 
Oh ! let our weary wanderings end, 
Our spirits rest in thee ! 

Bernard of Clairvaux : tr. by R. P. Dunn, 1858- 

o73. c. m. 

1 Deatc Saviour, when my thoughts recall 

The wonders of thy grace, 
Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall, 
And hide this wretched face. 

2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? 

Ah, vile, ungrateful heart ! 
By earth's low cares so oft betrayed 
From Jesus to depart. 

3 But he, for his own mercy's sake, 

My wandering soul restores ; 
He bids the mourning heart partake 
The pardon it implores. 

4 Oli, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 

The penitential sigh, 
Confirm the kind, forgiving word, 
With pity in thine eye ! 
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5 Then shall the mourner at thy feet 
Rejoice to seek thy face ; 
And grateful, own how kind, how sweet 
Thy condescending grace. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

574. c. m. 

1 Oh for that tenderness of heart 

Which bows before tfre Lord, 
Acknowledging how just thou art, 
And trembling at thy word ; 

2 Oh for those humble, contrite tears, 

Which from repentance flow ; 
That consciousness of guilt, which fears 
The long-suspended blow. 

3 Saviour, to me, in pity, give 

The sensible distress ; 
The pledge thou wilt at last receive, 
And bid me die in peace : 

4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove, 

Before the evil come ; 
My spirit hide with saints above, 
My body, in the tomb. 

Charles Wesley, 1 708-1 788. 

5 f 5 • cm. 

1 O Lord, turn not thy face away 

From them that lowly lie, 
Lamenting sore their sinful life 

With tears and bitter cry ; 
Thy mercy-gates are open wide 

To them that mourn their sin ; 
Oh shut them not against us, Lord* 

But let us enter in. 

2 We need not to confess our fault, 

For surely thou' canst tell ; 
What we have done, and what we are, 
Thou knowest very well ; 
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Wherefore, to beg and to entreat, 
With tears we come to thee, 

As children that have done amiss 
Fall at their father's knee. 

3 And need we then, Lord, repeat 

The blessing which we crave, 
When thou dost know, before we speak, 

The thing that we would have ? 
Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask, 

This is the total sum ; 
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer ; 

Oh let thy mercy come ! 

John Mar alley, 1562 ; alt. by Reginald Heber, 1827. 

1 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie, 

And knock at mercy's door ; 
With heavy heart and downcast eye 
Thy favor we implore. 

2 On us the vast extent display 

Of thy forgiving love ; 
Take all our heinous guilt away, 
This heavy load remove. 

3 We sink with all this weight oppressed. 

Sink down to death and hell ; 
Oh give our troubled spirits rest, 
Our numerous fears dispel. 

4 Oh for thy own, for Jesus' sake, 

Our many sins forgive ! 
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break ; 
And, breaking, soon relieve. 

5 Thus melt us down ; thus make us bend> 

And thy dominion own ; 
Nor let a rival more pretend 
To repossess thy throne. 

Simon Browne, 1720. 

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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — PEXITEXCE. 

I i • C. jL 

1 When shall I. Lord, a journey take 

Through my departed years, 
And not a mournful visit make. 
And not return in tears ? 

2 Hath not thy mercy made me whole ? 

Hath not thy grace forgiven ? 
Yet still the grief regains my soul : 
Yet still my heart is riven. 

3 Those buried sins of mine arise ; 

Again my heart runs o'er : 
Once more those deep repentant sighs 
Those bitter tears once more ! 

4 Oh, shall these drops of sadness make 

The light celestial dim. 
And memory's mournful music break 
On heaven's eternal hymn ? 

5 My Saviour's powerful blood I know ; 

My pardoning God I bless : 
But send thy Spirit down ; bestow 
Of thine own holiness. 

6 Those sins so bitter to my soul, 

Lord, let me not repeat : 
So make my past less sorrowful ; 
So make my heaven more sweet ! 

Thomas H. GUI, 1859. 

578. cm. 

1 With tears of anguish I lament, 

Here, at thy feet, my God. 
My passion, pride, and discontent. 
And vile ingratitude. 

2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base, 

So false as mine has been ; 
So faithless to its promises, 
So prone to every sin ! 
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3 How long, dear Saviour, shall T feel 

These struggles in my breast ? 
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will 
And give my conscience rest ? 

4 Break, sovereign Grace, oh, break the 

And set the captive free ! [charm, 
Reveal, almighty God, thine arm, 
And haste to rescue me. 

Samuel Siennett, *77 2 ' 
0^9. C. M. 

1 Approach, my soul, the mercy -seat 

Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 

With this I venture nigh ; 
Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 
And such, O Lord, am I. 

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 

By Satan sorely prest, 
By war without, and fear within, 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my Shield and Hiding-place, 

That, sheltered near thy side, 
I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him, thou hast died. 

5 Oh wondrous love, to bleed and die, 

To bear the cross and shame, 
That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead thy gracious Name ! 

John Newton, *779* 
O80. C. M. 

1 Lord, I have sinned ; but oh forgive, 
Nor cast me quite away ; 
Eenew my soul and bid me live, 
And be my future stay. 

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2 Oh let me from my fall arise, 

More watchful and more strong ; 
Light up my dim and tearful eyes, 
And fill my mouth with song. 

3 On Christ's prevailing sacrifice 

I all my hopes recline, 
A broken spirit thou dost prize, 
And such, Lord, be mine. 

4 Give me a meek dependent heart 

For all my days to come ; 
Nor let thy Spirit e'er depart, 
Till I am safe at home. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 
08 1. C. M. 

1 How oft, alas ! this wretched heart 

Has wandered from the Lord ! 
How oft my roving thoughts depart 
Forgetful of his word ! 

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, return ! 

Dear Lord ! and may I come ? 
My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
Oh ! take the wanderer home. 

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 

And bid my crimes remove ? 
And shall a pardoned rebel live 
To speak thy wondrous love ? 

4 Almighty grace ! thy healing power 

How glorious — how divine ! 
That can to life and bliss restore 
So vile a heart as mine ! 

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, 

Dear Saviour ! I adore , 
Oh ! keep me at thy sacred feet, 
And let me rove no more. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

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o82. c m. 

1 O thou, whose tender mercy hears 

Contrition's humble sigh, 
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye ; 

2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 

A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
Hast thou not said, return ? 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 

To drive me from thy feet ? 
Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only safe retreat ! 

4 Absent from thee, my Guide, my Light, 

Without one cheering ray, [night, 
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy 
How desolate my way ! 

5 Oh shine on this benighted heart, 

With beams of mercy shine ! 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joys divine. 

6 Thy presence only can bestow 

Delights which never cloy : 
Be this my solace here below, 
And my eternal joy ! 

Anne Steele, 1760. 
08 3 • C. M. 

1 The Lord will happiness divine 

On contrite hearts bestow ; 
Then tell me, gracious God ! is mine 
A contrite heart or ho ? 

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 

Insensible as steel ; 
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 
To find I cannot feel. 

393 



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3 I sometimes think myself inclined 

To love thee if I could ; 
But often feel another mind. 
Averse to all that 's good. 

4 My best desires are faint and few, 

I fain would strive for more ; 
But. when I cry, <; My strength renew/' 
Seem weaker than before. 

5 Thy saints are comforted. I know. 

And love thy house of prayer ; 
I sometimes go where others go, 
But find no comfort there. 

6 Oh. make this heart rejoice or ache, 

Decide this doubt for me ; 
And, if it be not broken, break ; 
And heal it if it be. 

William Cowper, 1779- 

584. * Psalm U& C. M. 

1 Hear me. God. nor hide thy face. 

But answer, lest I die 1 
Hast thou not built a throne of grace, 
To hear when sinners cry ? 

2 As on some lonely building's top 

The sparrow tells her moan, 
Far from the tents of joy and hope, 
I sit and grieve alone. 

3 But thou forever art the same. 

O my Eternal God ! 
Ages to come shall know thy name, 
And spread thy works abroad. 

4 Thou wilt arise and show thy face, 

Nor will my Lord delay. 
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, 
That long expected day. 

334 



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5 He hears his saints, he knows their cry ; 
And by mysterious ways 
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die, 
And fills their tongues with praise. 

Isaac Watts, i7 I 9- 

o85. . C. M. 

1 Sweet was the time when first I felt 

The Saviour's pardoning blood 
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, 
And bring me home to God. 

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, 

His praises tuned my tongue ; 
And, when the evening shade prevailed, 
His love was all my song. 

3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, 

And saw his glory shine ; 
And when I read his holy word, 
I called each promise mine. 

4 Now, when the evening shade prevails, 

My soul in darkness mourns ; 
And, when the morn the light reveals, 
No light to me returns. 

5 Rise, Saviour ! help me to prevail, 

And make my soul thy care ; 
I know thy mercy cannot fail, 
Let me that mercy share. 

John Newton, 1 779 f a. 

580. 8s . 

L Encompassed with clouds of distress, 

Just ready all hope to resign, 
I pant for the light of thy face, 

And fear it will never be mine : 
Disheartened with waiting so long, 

I sink at thy feet with my load ; 
All plaintive I pour out my song, 

And stretch forth my hands unto God 

395 



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2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease ; 

The blood of atonement apply ; 
And lead me to Jesus for peace, 

The rock that is higher than I : 
Speak, Saviour ! for sweet is thy voice, 

Thy presence is fair to behold ; 
I thirst for thy spirit with cries, 

And groanings that caimot be told. 

8 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, 

My hold of thy promise to keep, 
The billows more fiercely return, 

And plunge me again in the deep : 
While harassed and cast from thy sight, 

The tempter suggests, with a roar, 
" The Lord has forsaken thee quite ; 

Thy God will be gracious no more." 

4 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath designed 

No covenant blessing for me, 
Ah, tell me, how is it I find 

Some pleasure in waiting for thee ? 
Almighty to rescue thou art ; 

Thy grace is my only resource : 
If e'er thou art Lord of my heart, 

Thy Spirit must take it by force. 

Augustus M. Top!ady t 1772- 

587 . 73 . 

1 Oh this soul how dark and blind ! 
Oh this foolish, earthly mind ! 

Oh this froward, selfish will, 
Which refuses to be still ! 

2 Oh these ever roaming eyes, 
Upward that refuse to rise ! 
These still wayward feet of mine, 
Found in every path but thine ! 

8 Oh this stubborn, prayerless knee, 
Hands so seldom clasped to thee, 

396 



THE CHRISTIAX LIFE,— SUM I LI TY. 

Longings of the soul that go. 
Like the wild wind, to and fro ! 

4 To and fro. without an aim, 
Turning idly whence they came ; 
Bringing in no joy, no bliss, 
Adding t© my weariness. 

5 Giver of the heavenly peace, 
Bid. oh. bid these tumults cease ; 
Minister thy holy balm, 

Fill me with thy Spirit's calm. 

6 Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Leave me not in sin to stay ; 
Bearer of the sinner's guilt, 

Lead me, lead me. as thou wilt ! 

HoratiiLS Bonar, 1861. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- 
HUMILITY. 

588^ 7s. 

1 Jesus, cast a look on me ; 
Give me sweet simplicity. 
Make me poor and keep me low, 
Seeking only thee to know ; 

2 Weaned from my lordly self, 
Weaned from the miser's pelf, 
"Weaned from the scorner's ways, 
Weaned from the lust of praise. 

3 All that feeds my busy pride, 
Cast it evermore aside ; 

Bid my will to thine submit ; 
Lay me humbly at thy feet. 

4 Make me like a little child, 
Of my strength and wisdom spoiled. 
Seeing only in thy light, 
Walking only in thy might, 

397 



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5 Leaning on thy loving breast, 
Where a weary soul may rest ; 
Feeling well the peace of God 
Flowing from thy gracious blood ! 

6 In this posture let me live, 
And hosannas daily give ; 
In this temper let me die, 
And hosannas ever cry ! 

John Bcmdge, 1785. 

589. Psalm 131. 7a. 

1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 

Make me teachable and mild, 
Upright, simple, free from art, 

Make me as a weaned child. 
From distrust and envy free, 
Pleased with all that pleases thee. 

2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 

Let me as a child receive ; 
What to-morrow may betide, 

Calmly to thy wisdom leave ; 
'T is enough that thou wilt care ; 
Why should I the burden bear ? 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own, 
Knows he's neither strong nor wise, 

Fears to stir a step alone ; 
Let me thus with thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 

4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles, 

Safe from dangers, free from fears, 
May I live upon thy smiles, 

Till the promised hour appears 
When the sons of God shall prove 
AH their Father's boundless love. 

John Newton, l 779* 

398 



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— HUMILITY. 



fj90. 8s & 7a. 

1 Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit, 

Bid my swelling thoughts subside ; 
Strip me of my fancied merit ; 

What have I to do with pride ? 
Was my Saviour meek and lowly ? 

And shall such a worm as I, 
Weak, and earthly, and unholy, 

Dare to lift my head on high? 

2 Teach me, Lord, my true condition ; 

Bring me childlike to thy knee ; 
Stripped of every low ambition, 

Willing to be led by thee. 
Guide me by thy Holy Spirit ; 

Feed me from thy blessed word * 
All my wisdom, all my merit, 

Borrowed from thyself, O Lord. 

3 Like a little babe, confiding, 

Simple, docile, let me be ; 
Trusting still to thy providing, 

Willing to be led by thee. 
Thus my all to thee submitting, 

I am thine and not my own ; 
And when earthly hopes are flitting. 

Rest secure on God alone. 

H. F. Lyte> X834. 



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ASPIRATION. 



o9 1 • 8a & 7s. 

1 Love divine, all love excelling, 

Joy of heaven, to earth come down, 
Fix in us thy humble dwelling ; 
All thy faithful mercies crown. 
3^9 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— ASPIRATION. 

Jesus, thou art all compassion, 
Pure unbounded love thou art ; 

Visit us with thy salvation ; 
Enter every trembling heart. 

2 Breathe, oh breathe thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breast ; 
Let us all in thee inherit ; 

Let us find the promised rest. 
Come, almighty to deliver, 

Let us all thy life receive ; 
Suddenly return, and never, 

Never more thy temples, leave. 

3 Finish then thy new creation ; 

Pure and spotless let us be ; 
Let us see thy great salvation, 

Perfectly restored in thee ; 
Changed from glory into glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place, 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

Charles WesUy, l 74&' 
592. C. M. 

1 Oh, for a closer walk with God, 

A calm and heavenly frame, 
A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb ! 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
1 Of Jesus and his word ? 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! 

How sweet their memory still ! 
But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, Holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest ; 

400 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- ASPIRATION. 



I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 
And drove thee from my breast. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

William Cowper, *779* 

593. c. m. 

1 My God ! the spring of all my joys, 

The life of my delights, 
The glory of my brightest days, 
And comfort of my nights ! 

2 In darkest shades if he appear, 

My dawning is begun ; 
He is my soul's sweet morning star, 
And he my rising sun. 

3 The opening heavens around me shine 

With beams of sacred bliss, 
While Jesus shows his heart is mine, 
And whispers, I am his ! 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 

At that transporting word, 
Run up with joy the shining way, 
T* embrace my dearest Lord. 

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, 

I'd break through every foe ; 
The wings of love and arms of faith 
Should bear me conqueror through. 

Isaac Watts, 1709* 

401 



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594. 

1 I think of thee, my God. by night, 
And talk of thee by day : 
Thy love my treasure and delight. 
Thy truth my strength and stay. 



2 The day is dark, the night is long, 
Unblest with thoughts of thee, 
And dull to me the sweetest song. 
Unless its theme thou be. 



3 So all day long, and all the night, 
Lord, let thy presence be, 
Mine air, my breath, my shade, my light, 
Myself absorbed in thee. 

John 8. B. Monsell, 1S63. 

595. 

1 Object of my first desire, 
Jesus crucified for me ! 
All to happiness aspire, 
Only to be found in thee. 



7s. 



2 Thee to please and thee to know, 
Constitute our bliss below ; 
Thee to see and thee to love, 
Constitute our bliss above. 



3 Lord, it is not life to live. 
If thy presence thou deny ; 
Lord, if thou thy presence give, 
'T is no longer death to die. 



4 Source and giver of repose, 
Singly from thy smile it flows ; 
Peace and happiness are thine, 
Mine they are, if thou art mine. 

A. M. Toplady, ^77 A- 

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596. 7s 

1 Jesus, Jesus, visit me, 

How my soul longs after thee ! 
When, my best, my dearest friend, 
Shall our separation end ? 

2 Lord, my longings never cease, 
Without thee I find no peace ; 
'T is my constant cry to thee, 
Jesufe, Jesus, visit me. 

3 Mean the joys of earth appear, 
All below is dark and drear ; 
Nought but thy beloved voice 
Can my wretched heart rejoice. 

4 Thou alone, my gracious Lord, 
Art my shield and great reward ; 
All my hope, my Saviour thou, 
To thy sovereign will I bow. 

5 Come, inhabit then my heart, 
Purge its sin, and heal its smart ; 
See, I ever cry to thee, 

Jesus, Jesus, visit me. 

6 Patiently I wait thy day ; 
For this gift alone I pray, 
That when death shall visit me 
Thou my Light and Life wilt be. 

J. Angelus, 1660 ; tr. by R. P. Dunn, 1858. 

59 ( . 7s, 

1 Holy Lamb, who thee receive, 
Who in thee begin to live, 
Day and night they cry to thee, 
As thou art so let us be ! 

2 Jesus, see my panting breast ; 
See, I pant in thee to rest ; 
Gladly would I now be clean ; 
Cleanse me now from every sin. 

403 



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— ASPIRATION. 



3 Fix, oh fix my wav'ring mind, 
To thy cross my spirit bind ; 
Earthly passions far remove ; 
Swallow up my soul in love. 

4 Dust and ashes though we be, 
Full of sin and misery, 

Thine we are, thou Son of God ; 
Take the purchase of thy blood ! 

* Anna Dober, *735 ; tr. by John Wesley, i74°* 

598, C. M. 

1 My God ! though cleaving to the dust, 

My soul cries out for thee : 
Oh come, confirm my humble trust, 
And dwell thyself in me. 

2 No shadow now can give me peace, 

No image fading still, 
Me with the substance of thy grace, 
Thyself, thy Spirit, fill ! 

3 Henceforth to me this blessing give, 

This only needful thing — 
In thee, by thee, for thee to live, 
Who art my God and King. 

4 Yet how, if sins my heart defile, 

Can I be one with thee ? 
Lord, thou art pure, and I am vile, 
And righteous thou must be. 

5 Jesus, behold ! I plead thy blood ; 

Thou hast the ransom given : 
Oh fill my heart, blest Lamb of God, 
With love, and peace, and heaven. 

Adrien Bossier ; tr. by Henry Downton, 1870. 

599, C. M. 

I I knew thee in the land of drought, 
Thy comfort and control, 
Thy truth encompassed me about, 
Thy love refreshed my soul. 

404 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— ASPIRATION. 

2 I knew thee when the world was waste, 

And thou alone wast fair, 
On thee my heart its fondness placed, • 
My soul reposed its care. 

3 And if thine altered hand doth now 

My sky with sunshine fill, 
Who amid all so fair as thou ? 
Oh let me know thee still ; 

4 Still turn to thee in days of light, 

As well as nights of care, 
Thou brightest amid all that 's bright ! 
Thou fairest of the fair ! 

5 My sun is, Lord, where'er thou art, 

My cloud, where self I see, 
My drought in an ungrateful heart, 
My freshest springs in thee. 

J. S. B. Monsell, 1863. 

600. cm. 

1 Oh, could I find, from clay to day, 

A nearness to my God ; 
Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
And live upon his word. 

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live 

Anew from day to day ; 
In joys the world can never give, 
Nor ever take away. 

3 Jesus, come and rule my heart, 

And make me wholly thine ; . 
That I 'may never more depart, 
Nor grieve thy love divine. 

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, 

Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
My soul shall love thee more. 

Benjamin Cleavland, *79 2 > a. 

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• Psalm 119. C. M. 

1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust ; 

Lord, give me life divine ; 
From vain desires and every lust 
Turn off these eyes of mine. 

2 I need the influence of thy grace 

To speed me in thy way, 
Lest I should loiter in my race, 
Or turn my feet astray. 

3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, 

And thou a faithful God ? 
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 
To run the heavenly road ? 

4 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 

And long to see thy face ? 
And yet how slow my spirits move, 
Without enlivening grace. 

5 Then shall I love thy gospel more, 

And ne'er forget thy word, 
When I have felt its quickening power 
To draw me near the Lord. 

Isaac Watts, ^7^9- 

002. c. at 

1 Oh for a heart to praise my God, 

A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that always feels thy blood 
So freely spilt for me ! 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 

My great Redeemer's throne ; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone ! 

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true, and clean ! 
Which neither life nor death can part 
F rom him that dwells within. 
406 v 



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— ASPIRATION". 



A A heart in every thought renewed, 
And filled with love divine ; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good ; 
A copy, Lord, of thine ! 

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 
Come quickly from above ; 
Write thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of Love. 

Charles Wesley* 1742. 
()03. C. M. 

1 Jesus, my Saviour, bind me fast, 

In cords of heavenly love ; 
Then sweetly draw me to thy breast, 
Nor let me thence remove. 

2 Draw me from all created good, 

From self, the world, and sin, 
To the dear fountain of thy blood, 
And make me pure within. 

3 Oh lead me to thy mercy-seat, 

Attract me nearer still ; 
Draw me, like Mary, to thy feet, 
To sit and learn thy will. 

4 Oh draw me by thy providence, 

Thy Spirit and thy word, 
From all the things of time and sense, 
To thee, my gracious Lord. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1790. 

604. 7s. &6s. 

1 I need thee, precious Jesus, 
For I am full of sin ; 
My soul is dark and guilty, 
My heart is dead within : 
I need the cleansing fountain 

Where I can always flee, 
The blood of Christ most precious, 
The sinner's perfect plea. 
407 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — A SPIRA TION. 



2 I need thee, blessed Jesus, 

For I am very poor ; 
A stranger and a pilgrim, 

I have no earthly store: 
I need the love of Jesus 

To cheer me on my way, 
To guide my doubting footsteps, 

To be my strength and stay. 



3 I need thee, blessed Jesus ; 

I need a friend like thee, — 
A friend to soothe and pity, 

A friend to care for me. 
I need the heart of Jesus 

To feel each anxious care, 
To tell my every trial, 

And all my sorrows share. 



4 I need thee, blessed Jesus, 

And hope to see thee soon, 
Encircled with the rainbow, 

And seated on thy throne ! 
There, with thy blood-bought children, 

My joy shall ever be, 
To sing thy praise, Lord Jesus, 

To gaze, my Lord, on thee. 

Frederick JVhitfidd, 1861. 
605. 7s. &6s. 

1 To thee, O dear, dear Saviour ! 
My spirit turns for rest, 
My peace is in thy favor, 
My pillow on thy breast. 



2 Though all the 'world deceive me, 
I know that I am thine, 
And thou wilt never leave me, 
O blessed Saviour mine. 
408 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ASP IRA TION. 



3 thou whose mercy found me, 

From bondage set me free, 
And then forever bound me, 
With threefold cords to thee : 

4 Oh for a heart to love thee 

More truly as I ought ; 
And nothing place above thee, 
In deed, or word, or thought. 

5 Oh for that choicest blessing, 

Of living in thy love, 
And thus on earth possessing 
The peace of heaven above ! 

J. S. B. Monsell, 1863. 
• Gex. xxviii. 10-22. 6s. & 4*. 

1 Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ; 
Even though it be a cross 

That raiseth me, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

2 Though like the wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 
Darkness be over me, 

31 y rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

3 There let the way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that thou sendest me 

In mercy given, 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 
409 , 



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4 Then with ray waking thoughts, 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs, 

Bethel 111 raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

5 Or if on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun. moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

Sarah Flower Adams, 1841. 

607. 

1 My spirit longs for thee 

Within my troubled breast ; 
Unworthy though I be 
Of so divine a guest ! 

2 Of so divine a guest 

Unworthy though I be, 
Yet hath my heart no rest 
Until it come to thee ! 

3 Unless it come from thee, 

In vain I look around ; 
In all that I can see, 
No rest is to be found ! 

4 No rest is to be found, 

But in thy blessed love, 
Oh, let my wish be crowned, 
And send it from above ! 

John Byrom, 1773* 

410 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ASPIRATION. 



UvO* Psalm 42. CM. 

1 As pants the hart for cooling streams 

When heated in the chase, 
So longs my soul, God, for thee, 
And thy refreshing grace. 

2 For thee,, my God, the living God, 

My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
Oh when shall I behold thy face, 
Thou Majesty Divine? 

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 

Trust God, who will employ 
His aid for thee, and change those sighs 
To thankful hymns of joy. 

4 God of my strength, how long shall I, 

Like one forgotten, mourn ; 
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed 
To my oppressor's scorn ? 

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 

Hope still and thou shalt sing 
The praise of him who is thy God, 
Thy health's eternal spring. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

609. 

1 In vain I trace creation o'er 

In search of sacred rest ; 
The whole creation is too poor, 
Too mean, to make me blest. 

2 Let earth and all her charms depart, 

Unworthy of the mind ; 
In God alone this restless heart 
An equal bliss can find. 

3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want ;' 

Here would my spirit rest ; 
Oh, seal the rich, the boundless grant, 
And make me fully blest ! 

Anne Steele, 1760* 

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TEE CERISTIAN LIFE, — PRA YER. 



610. 

1 T\ hy is my heart so far from thee, 

My God, my chief delight ? 
Why are my thoughts no more by day 
With thee, no more by night ? 

2 Why should my foolish passions rove ? 

Where can such sweetness be, 
As I have tasted in thy love, 
As I have found in thee ? 

3 Trifles of nature, or of art, 

With fair, deceitful charms, 
Intrude into my thoughtless heart, 
And thrust me from thy arms. 

4 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, 

In chase of false delight ! 
Let me be fastened to thy cross, 
Rather than lose thy sight. 

5 Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, 

And bring my heart to rest 
On the dear centre of my soul, 
My God, my Saviour's breast ! 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- 
PRAYER. 

611, L M. 

1 From every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat, 

'T is found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads, 

A place than all beside more sweet ; 
It is the blood-stained mercy-seat. 
412 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — PRAYER. 



3 There is a spot where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
Around the common mercy-seat. 

4 Ah ! whither could we nee for aid, 
When tempted, desolate, dismayed ? 
Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat ? 

5 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
And time, and sense, seem all no more ; 
And heaven comes down our souls to 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat, [greet, 

6 Oh let my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, cold and still, 
This bounding heart forget to beat, 
If I forget the mercy-seat ! 

Hugh Stowell, 1831. 

612. 

1 Hast thou within a care so deep, 
It chases from thine eyelids sleep ? 
To thy Redeemer take that care, 
And change anxiety to prayer. 

2 Hast thou a hope with which thy heart 
Would almost feel it death to part ? 
Entreat thy God that hope to. crown, 
Or give thee strength to lay it down. 

3 Hast thou a friend whose image dear 
May prove an idol worshipped here ? 
Implore the Lord that nought may be 
A shadow between heaven and thee. 

4 Whate'er the care that breaks thy rest, 
Whate'er the wish that swells thy breast, 
Spread before God that wish, that care, 
And change anxiety to prayer. 

RyUs Collection, 

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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, - PRAYER. 



613. L. M. 

1 God of my life, to thee I call, 
Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; 

When the great water-floods prevail, 
Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, 
Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? 
Where but with thee, whose open door 
Invites the helpless and the poor ? 

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? 
Does not the word still fixed remain, 
That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 

4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, 
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
And he is safe, and must succeed, 

For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead 

William Covjper, I 779- 

614. Luke xviii. 1-7. S. M. 

1 Jesus, who knows full well 

The heart of every saint, 
Invites us all our griefs to tell, 
To pray and never faint. 

2 He bows his gracious ear, 

We never plead in vain ; 
Yet we must wait till he appear, 
And pray, and pray again. 

3 Though unbelief suggest, 

Why should we longer wait? 
He bids us never give him rest, 
But be importunate. 

4 And shall not Jesus hear 

His chosen when they cry ? 
Yes, though he may awhile forbear, 
He'll help them from on high. 

414 



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5 His nature, truth, and love, 

Engage him on their side ; 
When they are grieved, his mercies move, 
And can they be denied ? 

6 Then let us earnest be, 

And never faint in prayer ; 
He loves our importunity, 

And makes our cause his care* 

John Newton, i?79* 

61o. S. M. 

1 Behold the throne of grace ! 

The promise calls me near ; 
There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
And waits to answer prayer. 

2 That rich atoning blood, 

Which sprinkled round I see,. 
Provides for those who come to God 
An all-prevailing plea. 

3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt ; 

Thou canst not be too bold ; 
Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
What else can he withhold ? 

4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 

Thy presence and thy love ; 
I ask to serve thee here below, 
And reign with thee above. 

5 Teach me to live by faith ; 

Conform my will to thine ; 
Let me victorious be in death, 
And then in glory shine. 

John Newton, I 7/9- 

616. Matt. vi. 9-15= L. M. 

1 Father of heaven ! whose gracious hand 
Dispenses good in boundless store. 
May every breath thy praise expand, 
And every heart thy name adore. 
415 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — PRA YER. 



2 Great God ! may all our wakened powers 

To spread thy sway exulting join ; 
Till we shall dare to think thee ours, 
And thou shalt deign to make us thine. 

3 Whate'er thy will, may we display 

Hearts that submit without a sigh ; 
Whate'er thy law, may we obey, 

Like raptured saints, and feel its joy. 

4 Vouchsafe us what our wants require 

This fleeting life in peace to spend, 
But bid our wishes, Lord, aspire 
To grasp the life that cannot end. 

5 Our countless crimes with mercy view, 

For Jesus' sake their guilt remove, 
And teach us, Lord, to pardon too, 
That thou may'st see a world of love. 

6 Protect us when temptation 's near, 

Keep us from pride and passion free ; 
Shield us from sin and sorrow here, 
And bring us, Lord, at length to thee. 

J. D. Carlyle, 1805. 
617. L. M. 

1 What various hindrances we meet 
In coming to the mercy-seat ! 

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud with- 

draw, 

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 
Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight, 
Prayer makes the Christian's armor 

bright ; 

And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 

416 



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4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, 
Success was found on Israel's side ; 

But when through weariness they failed, 
That moment Amalek prevailed. 

5 Have you no words ? Ah ! think again ; 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent 
To Heaven in supplication sent, 
Your cheerful song would oftener be, 

" Hear what the Lord has done for me." 

William Cowper, *779- 
618. L. M. 

1 Children of God ! in all your need, 

Remember him who died for you ; 
Ye suppliants, think, whene'er you plead, 
The Lord of Love is pleading too. 

2 Nor pleads in vain ; the Father hears 

The voice of his beloved Son ; 
'T is music in Jehovah's ears ; 

He pleads, and lo ! the suit is won. 

3 " Father, forgive them ! " Jesus cried, 

When bleeding on th' accursed tree, 
" Bless, bless them, Lord, for this I died!" 
Is still his all-prevailing plea. 

4 Come, brethren, then ; our feeblest prayer, 

Perfumed with Jesus' blessed name, 
Is heard on high, is treasured there ;. 
And all that heaven can give may claim. 

5 From everlasting we are his, 

In love's eternal counsel given ; 
And he himself our portion is, 

The glory of our promised heaven. 

Sir Edward Denny, 1839. 

417 



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• Psalm 27. C. AL 

1 Soon as I heard my Father say, 

" Ye children, seek my grace," 
My heart replied without delay, 
" I'll seek my Father's face." 

2 Let not thy face be hid from me, 

Nor frown my soul away ; 
God of my life, I fly to thee 
In a distressing day. 

3 Should friends and kindred near and dear 

Leave me to want or die, 
My God would make my life his care. 
And all my need supply. 

4 My fainting flesh had died with grief, 

Had not my soul believed 
To see thy grace provide relief ; 
Nor was my hope deceived. 

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, 

And keep your courage up ; 
He'll raise your spirit when it faints, 
And far exceed your hope. 

Isaac Watts, 

620. c. m. 

1 For mercies, countless as the sands, 

Which daily I receive 
From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, 
My soul, what canst thou give ? 

2 Alas ! from such an heart as mine, 

What can I bring him forth ? 
My best is stained and dyed with sin, 
My all is nothing worth. 

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make 

For all he has bestowed ; 
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, 
And call upon my God. 
418 



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4 The best return for one like me, 
So wretched and so poor, 
Is from his gifts to draw a plea, 
And ask him still for more. 

William Cowpcr, *779* 
<>21. 7& 

1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare ; 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
He himself has bid thee pray ; 
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

2 Thou art coming to a King, 
Large petitions with thee bring; 
For his grace and power are such, 
None can ever ask too much. 

3 With my burden I begin ; 
Lord, remove this load of sin ; 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

4 Lord, I come to thee for rest; 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There thy blood-bought right maintain,, 
And without a rival reign. 

5 Show me what I have to do ; 
Every hour my strength renew ; 
Let me live a life of faith ; 

Let me die thy people's death. 

John Newton, 1 779* 

622. Us & 10s. 

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; 

Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel ; 
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell youi 
anguish ; 

Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal 

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ; 
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, 
Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure: 
419 



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3 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowing 
Forth from the throne of God, boundless iii 

love ; 

Come to the feast of love, come, ever knowing 
Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove. 

Thomas Moore, 1816. 

623. c. m. 

1 There is no sorrow, Lord, too light 

To bring in prayer to thee ; 
There is no anxious care too slight 
To wake thy sympathy. 

2 Thou who hast trod the thorny road 

Wilt share each small distress ; 
The love which bore the greater load 
Will not refuse the less. 

3 There is no secret sigh we breathe 

But meets thine ear divine ; 
And every cross grows light beneath 
The shadow, Lord, of thine. 

4 Life's ills without, sin's strife within, 

The heart would overflow, 
But for that love which died for sin, 
That love which wept with woe. 

Jane Creivdson, i860; alt. by B. H. Kennedy, 18631 

624. c. m. 

1 Oh that I knew the secret place 

Where I might find my God ; 
I'd spread my wants before his face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 

2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
And leaves my heart in pain. 

8 He knows what arguments I'd take, 
To wrestle with my God ; 
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake. 
And for my Saviour's blood. 

420 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, - PRA YER. 



4 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 
And banish every fear ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace, 
To spread thy sorrows there. 

Isaac Watts, I7 20 - 
O. Gen. xxxii. 24-29. CM. 

1 Shepherd Divine, our wants relieve 

In this our evil day ; 
To all thy tempted followers give 
The power to trust and pray. 

2 Long as our fiery trials last, 

Long as the cross we bear, 
Oh let our souls on thee be cast, 
In never-ceasing prayer. 

3 Thy Spirit's interceding grace 

Give us in faith to claim ; 
To wrestle till we see thy face, 
And know thy hidden Name. 

4 Till thou the Father's love impart, 

Till thou thyself bestow, 
Be this the cry of every heart — 
I will not let thee go : 

5 I will not let thee go, unless 

Thou tell thy name to me : 
With all thy great salvation bless, 
And make me all like thee. 

6 Then let me on the mountain-top 

Behold thine open face, 
Till faith in sight is swallowed up, 
And prayer in endless praise. 

Charles Wesley, 1749* 

626. Gen. xxxi". 24-29. L. 31, 

1 Come, O thou traveller unknown, 

Whom still I hold, but cannot see, 
My company before is gone, 

And I am left alone with thee ; 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — PR A YER. 



With thee all night I mean to stay, 
And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 I need not tell thee who I am, 

My misery or sin declare ; 
Thyself hast called me by my name ; 

Look on thy hands, and read it there ! 
But who, I ask thee, who art thou ? 
Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, 

I never will unloose my hold ; 
Art thou the Man that died for me ? 

The secret of thy love unfold. 
Wrestling, I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature know. 

4 Yield to me now, for I am weak, 

But confident in self-despair ; 
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, 

Be conquered by my instant prayer ! 
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, 
And tell me, if thy name is Love ? 

5 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for 

I hear thy whisper in my heart ; [me! 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee ; 

Pure universal Love thou art ! 
To me, to alL, thy bowels move ; 
Thy nature, and thy name, is Love ! 

6 My prayer hath power with God ; the 

Unspeakable I now receive ; [grace 
Through faith I see thee face to face, 

I see thee face to face, and live : 
In vain I have not wept and strove ; 
Thy nature, and thy name, is Love. 

Charles Wesley, *742- 
• 8s & is. 

1 My God, is any hour so sweet, 

From blush of morn to evening star, 
422 



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As that which calls me to thy feet — 
The hour of prayer? 

2 Then is my strength by thee renewed ; 

Then are my sins by thee forgiven ; 
Then dost thou cheer my solitude, 
With hopes of heaven. 

3 No words can tell what sweet relief 

Here for my every want I find ; 
What strength for warfare, balm for grief, 
What peace of mind ! 

4 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear ; 

My spirit seems in heaven to stay ; 
And e'en the penitential tear 
Is wiped away. 

5 Lord, till I reach yon blissful shore, 

No privilege so dear shall be 
As thus ray inmost soul to pour 
In prayer to thee. 

Charlotte Elliott, 1854. 

628. cm. 

1 Far from the world, Lord, I flee, 

From strife and tumult far ; 
From scenes where Satan wages still 
His most successful war. 

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 

With prayer and praise agree, 
And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
For those who follow thee. 

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, 

And grace her mean abode, 
Oh with what peace, and joy, and love, 
She communes with her God ! 

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours 

Her solitary lays, 
Nor asks a witness of her song, 
Nor thirsts for human praise. 
423 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — PRAYER. 



5 Author and Guardian of my life, 

Sweet Source of light divine, 
And, all harmonious names in one, 
My Saviour ! thou art mine ! 

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, 

A boundless, endless store, 
Shall echo through the realms above 
When time shall be no more ! 

William Cowpcr, *779' 

629 • c. m. 

1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpressed ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That rhfant lips can try; 
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 

Returning from his ways, 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, u Behold he prays ! " 

5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air ; 
His watchword at the gates of death, 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

6 Nor prayer is made by man alone ; 

The Holy Spirit pleads, 
And Jesus, on th* eternal throne, 
For sinners intercedes. 
424 



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7 thou, by whom we come to God, 
The life, the truth, the way, 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 

James Montgomery, 1819. 

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE r 
FAITH. 

630. L . m. 

1 Faith is a living power from heaven 
Which grasps the promise God has given ; 
Securely fixed on Christ alone, 

A trust that cannot be o'er thrown. 

2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need 
To save and strengthen, guide and feed ; 
Strong in his grace it joys to share 

His cross, in hope his crown to wear. 

3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, 
And bids the mourner's sighing cease ; 
By faith the children's right we claim, 
And call upon our Father's name. 

4 Faith feels the Spirit's kindling breath 
In love and hope that conquer death ; 
Faith blesses e'en his smiting rod, 
And brings us to delight in God. 

5 Such faith in us, O God, implant, 
And to our prayers thy favor grant 
In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, 
Who is our fount of health alone. 

6 In him may every trusting soul 
Press onward to the heavenly goal, 
The blessedness no foes destroy, 
Eternal love and light and joy. 

Bohemian Brethren, 153L Hymnologia Christiana, 1^63. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — FAITH. 



6ol • L. M. 

1 See a poor sinner, dearest Lord, 
Whose soul, encouraged by thy word, 
At mercy's footstool would remain. 
And then would look, and look again. 

2 Take courage then, my trembling soul, 
One look from Christ will make thee 

whole ; 

Trust thou in him, 'tis not in vain. 
But wait, and look, and look again. 

3 Look to the Lord, his word, his throne ; 
Look to his grace, and not your own : 
There wait and look, and look again ; 
You shall not wait nor look in vain. 

4 Ere long that happy day will come, 
When I shall reach my blissful home ; 
And when to glory I attain, 

Oh then I'll look, and look again. 

Samuel Medley, 1789. 

632. l.m. 

1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come * 

We walk through deserts dark as night ; 
Till we arrive at heaven our home. 
Faith is our guide, and faith our light 

2 The want of sight she well supplies. 

She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
Far into distant worlds she pries, 
And brings eternal glories near. 

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 

When faith inspires a heavenly ray. 
Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
And rocks and dangers rill the way. 

I:aac Waits, i7°9- 

• • 426 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — FAITH. 



633. o. m. 

1 faith, thou workest miracles 

Upon the hearts of men, 
Choosing thy home in those same hearts 
We know not how or when. 

2 gift of gifts ! grace of faith ! 

My God, how can it be 
That thou, who hast discerning love, 
Shouldst give that gift to me? 

3 There was a place, there was a time, 

Whether by night or day, 
Thy Spirit came and left that gift, 
And went upon his way. 

4 Ah, Grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 

It is thy boast to come, 
The glory of thy light to find 
In darkest spots a home. 

5 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, 

Seem trifles less than light, 
Earth looks so little and so low, 
When faith shines full and bright. 

6 Oh happy, happy that I am ! 

If thou canst be, Faith, 
The treasure that thou art in life, 
What wilt thou be in death ? 

F. W. Fabcr, 1840. 

634. c. m. 

1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 

And saves me from its snares ; 
Its aid in every duty brings, 
And softens all my cares. 

2 The wounded conscience knows its power 

The healing balm to give ; 
That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 
And make the dying live. 
427 



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3 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 

Where deathless pleasures reign, 
And bids me seek my portion there, 
Nor bids me seek in vain. 

4 Faith shows the precious promise sealed 

With the Redeemer's blood, 
And helps my feeble hope to rest 
Upon a faithful God. 

5 There, there unshaken would I rest, 

Till this frail body dies ; 
And then, on faith's triumphant wings, 
To endless glory rise. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9« 
Psalm 125. 0. M. 

1 Unshaken as the sacred hill, 

And fixed as mountains be, 
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, 
That leans, Lord, on thee ! 

2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well 

Old Salem's happy ground, 
As those eternal arms of love, 
That every saint surround. 

3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, 

And lead them safely on 
To the bright gates of paradise, 
Where Christ, their Lord, is gone. 

Isaac Watts, i7 I 9* 

636. c. m. 

1 Oh for a faith that will not shrink, 

Though pressed by every foe, 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe ! — . 

2 Thai will not murmur nor complain 

Beneath the chastening rod, 
But in the hour of grief or pain 
Will lean upon its God ; — 
428 



THE CHRISTIAN' LIFE, —FAITH. 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 

When tempests rage without ; 
That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no 'doubt ; — 

4 That bears unmoved the world's dread 

Nor heeds its scornful smile ; [frown, 
That seas of trouble cannot drown, 
Nor Satan's arts beguile ; — 

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way 

Till life's last hour is fled, 
And with a pure and heavenly ray 
Lights up the dying bed. 

6 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 

And then,whate'er may come, 
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home. 

William H. Bathurst, 1831. 

637. Hab. iii. 17-18. C. M. 

1 What though no flowers the fig-tree 

Though vines their fruit deny, [clothe, 
The labor of the olive fail, 

And fields no meat supply ; — 

2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, 

My flock cut off I see ; 
Though famine pine in empty stalls, 
Where herds were wont to be ; — 

3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, 

And glory in his love ; 
In him I'll joy, who will the God 
Of my salvation prove. 

4 God is the treasure of my soul, • 

The source of lasting joy, 
A joy which want shall not impair, 
Nor death itself destroy. 

William Cameron, 17 81. 

429 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,-FAITH. 



6d8. a m. 

1 F:rm as the earth thy gospel stands, 

My Lord, my hope, my trust ! 
If I am found in Jesus' hands, 
My soul can ne'er be lost. 

2 His honor is engaged to save 

The meanest of his sheep ; 
All whom his heavenly Father gave, 
His hands securely keep. 

3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove 

His favorites from his breast ; 
In the dear bosom of his love 
They must forever rest. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9» 

639. c. ii 

1 I know that my Redeemer lives, 

And ever prays for me ; 
A token of his love he gives, 
A pledge of liberty. 

2 I find him lifting up my head ; 

He brings salvation near ; 
His presence makes me free indeed, 
And he will soon appear. 

3 He wills that I should holy be ; 

What can withstand his will ? 
The counsel of his grace in me 
He surely shall fulfil. 

4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word ; 

I steadfastly believe 
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
And to thyself receive. 

5 When God is mine, and I am his, 

Of paradise possessed, 
I taste unutterable bliss, 
And everlasting rest. 

Charles Wesley, 1749. 

430 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — FA I TH, 



640. cm. 

1 Arise, my soul, my joyful powers, 

And triumph in my God ; 
Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim 
His glorious grace abroad. 

2 The arms of everlasting love 

Beneath my soul he placed, 
And on the Rock of ages set 
My slippery footsteps fast. 

3 The city of my blest abode 

Is walled around with grace ; 
Salvation for a bulwark stands 
To shield the sacred place. 

4 Arise, my soul ! awake my voice, 

And tunes of pleasure sing ; 
Loud hallelujahs shall address 
My Saviour and my King. 

Isaac Watts, 1709* 

641. CM 

1 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt own 

Thy darkness pass'd away, 
Because that light hath on thee shone 
In which is perfect day. 

2 Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know 

That fellowship of love, 
His Spirit only can bestow 
Who reigns in light above. 

3 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find 

Thy heart made truly his 
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
In whom no darkness is. 

4 Walk in the light ! and e'en the tomb 

No fearful shade shall wear ; 
Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
For Christ hath conquered there. 
431 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — FAITH. 

5 Walk in the light ! thy path shall be 
Peaceful, serene, and bright ; 
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee 
And God himself is light. 

Bernard Barton, 1826. 

642. 10s & lis. 

1 Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near, 
And for my relief will surely appear ; 

By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform ; 
With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 

2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 
'T is mine to obey, 't is his to provide ; 
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, 
The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 

3 His love in time past forbids me to think 
He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; 
Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, 
Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite 

through. 

4 Determined to save, he watched o'er my path, 
When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with death ; 
.And can he have taught me to trust in his name, 
And thus far have brought me to put me to 

shame 1 

5 Why should I complain of want or distress, 
Temptation or pain ? — he told me no less; 
The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, 
Through much tribulation must follow their 

Lord. 

6 How bitter that cup no heart can conceive, 
Which he drank quite up that sinners might live ! 

[mine ; 

His way was much rougher and darker than 
Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine ? 

7 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, 
The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food ; 
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before 

long, 

And then oh how pleasant the conqueror's song. 

John Newton, 177Q* 



432 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, 
SUFFERING AND TRUST 

643. cm. 

1 When I survey life's varied scene, 

Amid the darkest hours 
Sweet rays of comfort shine between, 
And thorns are mixed with flowers. 

2 Lord, teach me to adore thy hand, 

From whence my comforts flow, 
And let me in this desert land 
A glimpse of Canaan know. 

3 And oh ! whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign hand denies, 
Accepted at thy throne of grace 
Let this petition rise : 

4 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And let me live to thee. 

5 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 

My path of life attend. 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And bless its happy end ! 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

644. Psalm 65. C. M. 
1 Now shall my solemn vows be paid 

To that Almighty Power, 
Who heard the long requests I made 
In my distressful hour. 

433 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST 



2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare 

To make his mercies known ; 
Come, ye that fear my God, and hear 
The wonders he hath done. 

3 When on my head huge sorrows fell, 

I sought his heavenly aid ; 
He saved my sinking soul from hell, 
And death's eternal shade. 

4 If sin lay covered in my heart, 

While prayer employed my tongue, 
The Lord had shown me no regard, 
Nor I his praises sung. 

5 But God, his name be ever blest, 

Hath set my spirit free, 
Nor turned from him my poor request, 
Nor turned his heart from me. 

Isaac Watts, 1719. 

K 

O. Psalm 40. C. M. 

1 I "waited patient for the Lord, 

He bowed to hear my cry ; 
He saw me resting on his word, 
And brought salvation nigh. 

2 He raised me from a horrid pit 

Where mourning long I lay, 
And from my bonds released my feet, 
Deep bonds of miry clay. 

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 

And taught my cheerful tongue 
To praise the wonders of his hand, 
In a new thankful song. 

4 HI spread his works of grace abroad ; 

The saints with joy shall hear, 
And sinners learn to make my God 
Their only hope and fear. 

Isaac Watts, 171^ 

434 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



646. L. ML 

1 The billows swell, the winds are high, 
Clouds overcast my wintry sky ; 

Out of the depths to thee I call ; 

My fears are great, my strength is small. 

2 Lord, the pilot's part perform, 

And guide and guard me through the 
storm ! 

Defend me from each threatening ill ; 
Control the waves ; say, " Peace, be 
still!" 

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, 

My soul still hangs her hopes on thee ; 
Thy constant love, thy faithful care, 
Is all that saves me from despair. 

4 Tho' tempest-tossed, and half a wreck, 
My Saviour through the floods I seek ; 
Let neither winds nor stormy main 
Force back my shattered bark again. 

William Cowper, 1779- 

647. l. m. 

1 Thus far my God hath led me on, 
And made his truth and mercy known ; 
My hopes and fears alternate rise, 
And comforts mingle with my sighs. 

2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, 
Far distant from my blissful home ; 
Lord, let thy presence be my stay, 
And guard me in this dangerous way. 

3 My soul, with various tempests tossed, 
Her hopes o'erturned, her projects 

crossed, 

Sees every day new straits attend, 
And wonders where the scene will end. 

435 



CHRIST I AX LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TT.UST. 



4 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road 
Which leads us to the mount of God ? 
Are these the toils thy people, know, 
While in the wilderness below ? 

5 'Tis even so thy faithful love 

Doth all thy children's graces prove ; 
J T is thus our pride and self must fall, 
That Jesus may be All in All. 

John Fawcctt, tj6& 

648. l. ii 

1 God of my life, whose gracious power 

Through varied deaths my soul hath 
Or turned aside the fatal hour, [led, 
Or lifted up my sinking head ; 

2 In all my ways thy hand I own, 

Thy ruling providence I see ; 
Assist me still my course to run, 
And still direct my paths to thee. 

3 Whither, oh whither should I fly, 

But to my loving Saviour's breast, 
Secure within thine arms to lie, 

And safe beneath thy wings to rest ? 

4 I have no skill the snare to shun, 

But thou, O Christ, my wisdom art ; 
I ever into ruin run, 

But thou art greater than my heart. 

5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, 

Lead me a way I have not known ; 
Bring me where I my heaven may find — 
The heaven of loving thee alone. 

Charles Wesley, i74°- 

649. 8s & 7s 

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy never ceasing 
Call for songs of loudest praise. 

436 



CHRIS TI AX LIFE. — S UFFERIXG AXD TRUST, 



Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
Sung by flaming tongues above : 

Praise the mount ; I'm fixed upon it ; 
Mount of God's unchanging love. 

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ; 

Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed with precious blood. 

3 Oh to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let that grace now. like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to thee : 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it ; 

Seal it from thy courts above. 

Robert Robinson, 17 57' 
6o0. 8s & 7s. 

1 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us 

Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
Through the changes thou J st decreed us, 

Till our last great change appears : 
When temptation's darts assail us, 

When in devious paths we stray, 
Let thy goodness never fail us ; 

Lead us in thy perfect way. 

2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 

In the hour when death draws near, 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 

Suffer not our souls to fear : 
And, when mortal life is ended, 

Bid us on thy bosom rest; 
437 



CHRISTIAN LIFH,— SUFFERING AND TRUST, 



Till, by angel-bands attended, 
We awake among the blest. 

Thomas Hastinj.;, 1S32. 

651. 

1 Thy way, not mine, Lord, 

However dark it be ; 
Lead me by thine own hand, 
Choose out the path for me. 

2 I dare not choose my lot, 

I would not if I might ; 
Choose thou for me, my God, 
So shall I walk aright. 

3 The kingdom that I seek 

Is thine, so let the way 
That leads to it be thine, 
Else I must surely stray. 

4 Choose thou for me my friend 

My sickness or my health ; 
Choose thou my cares for me, 
My poverty or wealth. 

5 Not mine, not mine the choice, 

In things or great or small ; 
Be thou my guide, my strength, 
My wisdom and my all. 

Horaiiui Bonar, 1856. 

652, 

1 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 

Oh, may thy will be mine ! 
Into thy hand of love 

I would my all resign : 
Through sorrow, or through joy, 

Conduct me as thine own, 
And help me still to say, 

My Lord, thy will be clone ! 

438 



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2 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 

If needy here and poor, 
Give me thy people's bread, 

Their portion rich and sure. 
The manna of thy word 

Let my soul feed upon ; 
And if all else should fail, 

My Lord, thy will be done ! 

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 

Though seen through many a tear, 
Let not my star of hope 

Grow dim or disappear : 
Since thou on earth hast wept 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with thee, 

My Lord, thy will be done ! 

4 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 

All shall be well for me : 
Each changing future scene 

I gladly trust with thee. 
Straight to my home above 

I travel calmly on, 
And sing, in life or death, 

My Lord, thy will be done ! 

B. Schmolke, i7 I 4 '* tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853. 
6t)3. 8s & 4s. 

1 My God and Father, while I stray 
Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
Oh teach me from my heart to say, 
Thy will be done ! 

■ 2 Though dark ray path and sad my lot, 
Let me be still and murmur not, 
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
Thy will be done ! 

3 TVhat though in lonely grief I sigh 
For friends beloved, no longer nigh, 

439 



CHRISTIAN LIFE-SUFFERING AND TRUST 



Submissive still would I reply, 
Thy will be done ! 

4 Should grief or sickness waste away 
My life in premature decay, 
My Father ! still I strive to say, 
Thy will be done ! 



5 Though thou hast called me to resi<m 
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine, 
I have but yielded what was thine ; 

Thy will be done ! 

6 Let but my fainting heart be blest 
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to thee I'll leave the rest ; 

Thy will be done ! 

7 Renew my will from day to day ; 
Blend it with thine, and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say, 

Thy will be done ! 

8 Then when on earth I breathe no more 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before 
I'll sing upon a happier shore : 

Thy will be done ! 

Charlotte Elliott, 1834. 
60 4. 8s & 6s. 

1 O holy Saviour, Friend unseen, 

The faint, the weak, on thee may lean : 
Help me. throughout life's varying scene 
By faith to cling to thee ! 

2 Blest with communion so divine, 
Take what thou wilt, shall I repine, 
When, as the branches to the vine, 

My soul may cling to thee ? 

440 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST, 



3 Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, 
Here she has found a place of rest, 
An exile still, yet not unblest 

While she can cling to thee ! 

4 Though faith and hope awhile be tried, 
I ask not, need not. aught beside : 
How safe, how calm, how satisfied, 

The souls that cling to thee ! 

5 They fear not life's rough storms to brave, 
Since thou art near, and strong to save ; 
Xor shudder e'en at death's dark wave, 

Because they cling to thee ! 

6 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall : 
What can disturb me, who appall, 
While, as my strength, my rock, my all, 

Saviour, I cling to thee ? 

Charlotte Elliott, 1834. 

655. l. m. 

1 When gathering clouds around I view? 
And days are dark and friends are few, 
On him I lean who not in vain 
Experienced every human pain; 

He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
To fly the good I would pursue, 

Or do the sin I would not do, 

Still he who felt temptation's power 

Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 

3 If wounded love my bosom swell, 
Deceived by those I prized too well, 
He shall his pitying aid bestow 
Who felt on earth severer woe, — 
At once betrayed, denied, or fled, 
By those who shared his daily bread. 

441 



CHRISTIAN LIFE. -SUFFERING AXD TRUST. 



4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend 
Which covers what was once a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while, 

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

5 And oh, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My painful bed, for thou hast died ; 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

Sir Robert Grant, 1812. 

656. l. M. 

1 He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 
Alike they're needful for the flower ; 
And joys and tears alike are sent 
To give the soul fit nourishment : 
As comes to me or cloud or sun. 
Father, thy will, not mine, be done. 

2 Can loving children e'er reprove 

With murmurs whom they trust and love ? 

Creator, I would ever be 

A trusting, loving child to thee : 

As comes to me or cloud or sun, 

Father, thy will, not mine, be done. 

3 Oh ne'er will I at life repine ; 
Enough that thou hast made it mine ; 
When fall the shadows cold of death, 
I yet will sing with parting breath, — 
As comes to me or shade or sun, 
Father, thy will, not mine, be done. 

Sarah FJotDer Adams, x84i- 

65 1 . cm. 

1 When languor and disease invade 
This trembling house of clay, 
442 



CHRISTIAN LIFL, —SUFFERING AND TRUST, 

'T is sweet to look beyond the cage, 

And long to fly away ; 
Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of his love ; 
Sweet to look upward to the place 

Where Jesus pleads above. 

2 Sweet to look back, and see my name 

In life's fair book set down ; 
Sweet to look forward, and behold 

Eternal joys my own ; 
Sweet to reflect how grace divine 

My sins on Jesus laid ; 
Sweet to remember that his blood 

My debt of sufferings paid. 

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 

Whose love can never end ; 
Sweet on his covenant of grace 

For all things to depend. 
Sweet in the confidence of faith 

To trust his firm decrees ; 
Sweet to lie passive in his hand, 

And know no will but his. 

4 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, 

That, when my change shall come, 
Angels will hover round my bed, 

And waft my spirit home. 
There shall my disimprisoned soul 

Behold him, and adore ; 
Be with his likeness satisfied, 

And grieve and sin no more ; 

■ 

o Shall see him wear that very flesh 
On which my guilt was lain ; 

His love intense, his merit fresh, 
As though but newly slain. 

If such the sweetness of the stream, 
What must the fountain be, 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE.— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
Immediately from thee ! 

Augustus M. Toplady, 17%°- 
608. C. M. 

1 Great Source of boundless power and 

Attend my mournful cry ; [grace, 
In the dark hour of deep distress, 
To thee, to thee I fly. 

2 Thou art my strength, my life, my stay, 

Assist my feeble trust ; 
Drive these distressing fears away, 
And raise me from the dust. 

3 Oh let me call thy grace to mind, 

And trust thy glorious name ; 
Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind, 
Forever is the same. 

4 Here let me rest, on thee depend, 

My God, my hope, my all ; 
Be thou my everlasting friend, 
And I can never fall. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

659. c. m. 

1 Almighty Father of mankind, 

On thee my hopes remain ; 
And when the day of trouble comes, 
I shall not trust in vain. 

2 In early days thou wast ray guide, 

And of my youth the friend ; 
And as my days began with thee, 
With thee" my days shall end. 

3 I know the power in whom I trust, 

The arm on which I lean ; 
He will my Saviour ever be,. 
"Who has my Saviour been. 

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4 My God, who madest me to hope 

When life began to beat, 
And when a stranger in the world 
Didst guide my wandering feet ; 

5 Thou wilt not cast me off when age 

And evil days descend ; 
Thou wilt not leave me in despair, 
To mourn my latter end. 

6 Therefore in life I'll trust to thee, 

In death I will adore ; 
And after death I'll sing thy praise, 
When time shall be no more. 

Michael Bruce, 1781. 

660. cm. 

1 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, 

And help me to resign 
Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
And make thy pleasure mine. 

2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 

Whose love forbids my fears, 
Or tremble at the gracious hand 
That wipes away my tears ? 

3 Xo ; let me rather freely yield 

What most I prize to thee, 
Who never hast a good withheld, 
Nor wilt withhold from me. 

William Cowper, *779- 

661. cm 

1 Eternal God, we look to thee, 

To thee for help we fly ; 
Thine eye alone our wants can see, 
Thy hand alone supply. 

2 Lord, let thy fear within us dwell, 

Thy love our footsteps guide ; 
That love will all vain love expel, 
That fear all fear beside. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST 



3 Not what we wish, but what we want, 
Oh let thy grace supply ; 
The good unasked, in mercy grant ; 
The ill, though asked, deny. 

James Merrick, 

662. cm. 

1 I worship thee, sweet will of God, 

And all thy ways adore, 
And every' day I live I seem 
To love thee more and more. 

2 I love to kiss each print where thou 

Hast set thine unseen feet ; 
I cannot fear thee, blessed will, 
Thine empire is so sweet. 

3 When obstacles and trials seem 

Like prison-walls to be, 
I do the little I can do, 
And leave the rest to thee. 

4 I have no cares, blessed will, 

For all my cares are thine ; 
I live in triumph, Lord, for thou 
Hast made thy triumphs mine. 

5 And when it seems no chance nor change 

From grief can set me free, 
Hope finds its strength in helplessness, 
And patient waits on thee. 

6 Ride on, ride on triumphantly, 

Thou glorious will, ride on ; 
Faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take 
The road that thou hast gone. 

F. W. Faber, 1832. 

663, c m. 

1 My God, my Father, blissful name ! 
Oh may I call thee mine ? 
May I with sweet assurance claim 
A portion so divine ? 
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CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



2 This only can my fears control, 

And bid my sorrows fly ; 
What harm can ever reach my soul 
Beneath my Father's eye ? 

3 Whate'er thy providence denies, 

I calmly would resign, 
For thou art good and just and wise : 
Oh bend my will to thine. 

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, 

Oh give me strength to bear ; 
And let me know my Father reigns, 
And trust his tender care. 

5 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown 

To my weak, erring sight ; 
Yet let my soul adoring own 
That all thy ways are right. 

6 My God, my Father, be thy name 

My solace and my stay ; 
Oh wilt thou seal my humble claim, 
And drive my fears away ? 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

664. cm. 

1 Lord, it belongs not to my care 

Whether I die or live ; 
To love and serve thee is my share, 
And this thy grace must give. 

2 If life be long I wall be glad, 

That I may long obey ; 
If short, yet why should I be sad 
To soar to endless day ? 

C. Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
Than he went through before ; 
He that into God's kingdom comes 
Must enter by this door. 
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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

4 Come, Lord, when grace hath made m< 

Thy blessed face to see ; [meet 
For if thy work on earth be sweet, 
What will thy glory be ! 

5 Then shall I end my sad complaints, 

And weary, sinful days, 
And join with the triumphant saints 
To sing Jehovah's praise. 

6 My knowledge of that life is small ; 

The eye of faith is dim ; 
But 't is enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with him. 

Richard Baxter, 1681, a. 

665. c. m. 

1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 

On thee, when sorrows rise, 
On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 

2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 

For thou alone canst heal ; 
Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

3 But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail, 

I fear to call thee mine. ; 
The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
And all my hopes decline. 

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I nee ? 

Thou art my only trust ; 
And still my soul would cleave to thee, 
Though prostrate in the dust. 

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still ; 

Here let my soul retreat, 
With humble hope attend thy will, 
And wait beneath thy feet. 

A nne Steele, 1760. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE, -SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



666. L. M. 

1 When darkness long has veiled ray mind. 

And smiling day once more appears, 
Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, 

And blush that I should ever be 
Thus prone to act so base a part, 
Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 

3 Oh let me then at length be taught, 

What I am still so slow to learn, 
That God is love, and changes not, 
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ; 

But when my faith is sharply tried, 
I find myself a learner yet, 

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 

5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee 

Subdues my disobedient will, 
Drives doubt and discontent away, 
And thy rebellious worm is still. 

6 Thou art as ready to forgive 

As I am ready to repine ; 
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ; 
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. 

William Cowper, 1779- 

667. l. m. 

1 I asked the Lord that I might grow 

In faith, and love, and every grace ; 
Might more of his salvation know, 
And seek more earnestly his face. 

2 'T was he who taught me thus to pray, 

And he, I trust, has answered prayer 
But it has been in such a way 
As almost drove me to despair. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

3 I hoped that in some favored hour 

At once he'd answer my request, 
And by his love's constraining power 
Subdue my sins and give me rest. 

4 Instead of this, he made me feel 

The hidden evils of my heart, 
And let the angry powers of hell 
Assault my soul in every part. 

5 Yea, more ; with his own hand he seemed 

Intent to aggravate my woe ; 
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, 
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 

6 " Lord, why is this ? " I trembling cried ; 

" Wilt thou pursue this worm to death ? " 
" 'T is in this way," the Lord replied, 
" I answer prayer for grace and faith ; 

7 " These inward trials I employ, 

From self and pride to set thee free, 
And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
That thou may'st seek thy all in me." 

John Newton, !779- 

668. L . m. 

1 With tearful eyes I look around ; 

Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
Yet midst the gloom I hear a sound, 
A heavenly whisper, Come to me ! 

2 It tells me of a place of rest ; 

It tells me where my soul may flee : 
Oh to the weary, faint, opprest, 

How sweet the bidding, Come to me ! 

3 When nature shudders, loth to part 

From all I love, enjoy, and see ; 
When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, 
A sweet voice utters, Come to me ! 
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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



4 Come, for all else must fail and die ; 

Earth is no resting-place for thee ; 
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye ; 
I am thy portion ; Come to me ! 

5 voice of mercy, voice of love ! 

In conflict, grief, and agony, 
Support me, cheer me from above, 
And gently whisper, Come to me ! 

Hugh White, 1841. 

669. Psalm 3. L. M. 

1 Lord, how the troublers of my peace 
Within me and around increase ! 
What faithless doubts my heart assail, 
That thou wilt slight, and they prevail ! 

2 But, Lord, my spirit flies to thee ; 
My hope, my shelter, thou shait be : 

thou who from thy holy hill 

Hast heard, oh hear me, help me still ! 

3 Beneath thy wing secure I sleep ; 
What foe can harm while thou dost keep 

1 wake and find thee at my side, 
My omnipresent guard and guide ! 

4 Oh why should earth or hell distress, 
With God so strong, so nigh to bless ? 
From him alone salvation flows ; 

On him alone, my soul, repose ! 

H. F. Lyte, 1834, a. 
< • Isaiah xliii. 1, 2 ; Dan. iii. 19. L. M. 

1 Let Jacob to his Maker sing, 

And praise his great redeeming King : 
Called by a new, a gracious name, 
Let Israel loud his God proclaim. 

2 He knows our souls in all their fears, 
And gently wipes our falling tears ; 
Forms trembling voices to a song, 
And bids the feeble heart be strong. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST, 



3 Then let the rivers swell around, 
And rising floods o'erflow the ground ; 
Rivers and floods and seas divide, 
And homage pay to Israel's guide. 

4 Then let the fires their rage display, 
And flaming terrors bar the way ; 
Untouched, unharmed, he leads them 

through, 

And makes the flames refreshing too. 

5 The fires but on their bonds shall prey ; 
The floods but wash their stains away ; 
And grace divine new trophies raise 
Amid the deluge and the blaze. 

Philip Doddridge, i755> a. 

671. s. m. 

1 Commit thou all thy griefs 

And ways into his hands, 
To his sure truth and tender care, 
Who earth and heaven commands. 

2 Give to the winds thy fears ; 

Hope, and be undismayed ; 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, 
God shall lift up thy head. 

3 Through waves and clouds and storms, 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou his time ; so shall this night 
Soon end in joyous day. 

4 What though thou rulest not ? 

Yet heaven and earth and hell 
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 
And ruleth all things well. 

5 Leave to his sovereign sway 

To choose and to command ; 
So shalt thou wondering own, his way 
How wise, how strong his hand ! 
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CHRISTIAN LIFE.— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

6 Far, far above thy thought 

His counsel shall appear, 
When fully he the work hath wrought 
That caused thy needless fear. 

7 Thou seest our weakness, Lord ; 

Our hearts are known to thee ; 
Oh, lift thou up the sinking hand, 
Confirm the feeble knee. 

Paul Gerhard, 1666; tr. by J. Wesley, 1739. 
672. S. M. 

1 Oh what, if we are Christ's, 

Is earthly shame or loss ? 
Bright shall the crown of glory be, 
When we have borne the cross. 

2 Keen was the trial once, 

Bitter the cup of woe, 
When martyred saints, baptized in blood. 
Christ's sufferings shared below. 

3 Bright is their glory now, 

Boundless their joy above, 
Where, on the bosom of their God, 
They rest in perfect love. 

4 Lord, may that grace be ours, 

Like them in faith to bear 
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain 
May be our portion here. 

5 Enough if thou at last 

The word of blessing give, 
And let us rest beneath thy feet, 
Where saints and angels live. 

6 All glory, Lord, to thee, 

Whom heaven and earth adore ; 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God for evermore. 

Sir Henry W. Baker, 1852. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



673. s m. 

1 How gentle God's command? ! 

How kind his precepts are ! 
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
And trust his constant care. 

2 While Providence supports. 

Let saints securely dwell : 
That hand which bears all nature up 
Shall guide his children well. 

3 Why should this anxious load 

Press down your weary mind ? 
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 
Down to the present day : 

I '11 drop my burden at his feet, 
And bear a song away. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755. 
I 4i Psalm 61. S. M. 

1 Whex. overwhelmed with grief, 

My heart within me dies, 
Helpless, and far from all relief, 
To heaven I lift mine eyes. 

2 Oh lead me to the rock 

That's high above my head, 
And make the covert of thy wing3 
My shelter and my shade. 

3 Within thy presence, Lord, 

Forever I'll abide ; 
Thou art the tower of my defence, 
The refuge where I hide. 

4 Thou givest me the lot 

Of those that fear thy name ; 
If endless life be their reward, 
I shall possess the same. 

Uaac Watts, i7 x 9- 

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6 i O. S. M. 

1 My spirit on thy care, 

Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 
For thou art love divine. 

2 In thee I place my trust ; 

On thee I calmly rest ; 
I know thee good, I know thee just, 
And count thy choice the best. 

3 Whate'er events betide, 

Thy will they all perform ; 
Safe in thy breast my head I hide, 
Nor fear the coming storm. 

4 Let good or ill befall, 

It must be good for me, 
Secure of having thee in all, 
Of having all in thee. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 

676. SM 

1 Your harps, ye trembling saints, 

Down from the willows take ; 
Loud, to the praise of love divine, 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 

We are not far from home, 
And nearer to our house above 
We every moment come. 

3 His grace will to the end 

Stronger and brighter shine ; 
Nor present things, nor things to come, 
Shall quench the spark divine. 

4 The people of his choice 

He will not cast away ; 
Yet do not always here expect 
On Tabor's mount to stay. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE,- SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



5 When we in darkness walk, 

Nor feel the heavenly flame, 
Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon his name. 

6 Soon shall our doubts and fears 

Subside at his control ; 
His loving-kindness shall break through 
The midnight of the soul. 

7 Wait till the shadows flee ; 

Wait thy appointed hour ; 
Wait till the bridegroom of thy soul 
Reveal his love with power. 

8 The time of love will come, 

When thou shalt clearly see, 
Not only that he shed his blood, 
But that it flowed for thee. 

9 Blest is the man, God, 

That stays himself on thee : 
Who wait for thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall thy salvation see. 

Augustus Montague Toplady, *77 2 - 

677. cm. 

1 He who on earth as man was known, 

And bore our sins and pains, 
Now, seated on th' eternal throne, 
The God of glory reigns. 

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide 

With an unerring skill ; 
And countless worlds, extended wide, 
Obey his sovereign will. 

3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise 

In yonder world above, 
His saints on earth admire his ways, 
And glory in his love. 
456 



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CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

4 This land through which his pilgrims go 

Is desolate and dry ; 
But streams of grace from him o'erflow 
Their thirst to satisfy. 

5 When troubles, like a burning sun, 

Beat heavy on their head, 
To this almighty rock they run, 
And find a pleasing shade. 

6 How glorious he, how happy they 

In such a glorious friend, 
Whose love secures them all the way, 
And crowns them at the end ! 

John Newton, *779- 

678, cm. 

1 O Lord, I would delight in thee, 

And on thy care depend ; 
To thee in every trouble flee, 
My best, my only friend. 

2 When all created streams are dried, 

Thy fulness is the same ; 
May I with this be satisfied, 
And glory in thy name. 

3 No good in creatures can be found, 

But may be found in thee ; 
I must have all things, and abound, 
While God is God to me. 

4 Oh that I had a stronger faith 

To look within the veil, 
To credit what my Saviour saith, 
Whose word can never fail ! 

5 He that has made my heaven secure, 

Will here all good provide ; 
While Christ is rich, can I be poor ? 
What can I want beside ? 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



6 Lord, I cast my care on thee ; 
I triumph and adore ; 
Henceforth my great concern shall be 
To love and praise thee more. 

John Ryland, t-777- 
679 . 8s & 7s. 

1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 

All to leave, and follow thee ; 
Destitute, despised, -forsaken, 

Thou from hence my all shalt be : 
Perish every fond ambition, 

AR I've sought, or hoped, or known ; 
Yet how rich is my condition ! 

God and heaven are still my own ! 

2 Let the world despise and leave me, 

They have left my Saviour too ; 
Human hearts and looks deceive me ; 

Thou art not, like them, untrue ; 
And while thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might. 
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me 

Show thy face, and all is bright. 

3 Man may trouble and distress me, 

'T will but drive me to thy breast ; 
Life with trials hard may press me, 

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest : 
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, 

While thy love is left to me, 
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, 

Were that joy unmixed with thee ! 



4 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; 
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
Joy to find, in every station, 
Something still to do or bear : 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

Think what Spirit dwells within thee ;* 
What a Father's smile is thine ; 

What a Saviour died to win thee ; 

Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine ? 

5 Haste then on from grace to glory, 

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, 
Heaven's eternal day's before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there : 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 

Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days ; 
Hope soon change to full fruition, 

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 

Henry F. Lyte, 1833. 

680. 

1 Sovereign Ruler of the skies, 
Ever gracious, ever wise, 

All my times are in thy hand, 
All events at thy command. 

2 His decree, who formed the earth, 
Fixed my first and second birth ; 
Parents, native place, and time, 
All appointed were by him. 

3 He that formed me in the womb, 
He shall guide me to the tomb ; 
All my times shall ever be 
Ordered by his wise decree. 

4 Times of sickness, times of health, 
Times of penury and wealth ; 
Times of trial and of grief, 
Times of triumph and relief, 

5 Times the tempter's power to prove, 
Times to taste a Saviour's love, — 
All must come, and last, and end, 
As shall please my heavenly Friend. 



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CHRISTIAN LIFE. —SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

6 thou gracious, wise, and just, 
In thy hands my life I trust : 
Have I something dearer still ? 
I resign it to thy will. 

7 May I always own thy hand ; 
Still to the surrender stand ; 
Know that thou art God alone ; 
I and mine are all thy own. 

8 Thee at all times will I bless ; 
Having thee, I all possess ; 
How can I bereaved be, 
Since I cannot part with thee ? 

John Ryland, 1777* 



1 Day by day the manna fell ; 
Oh to learn this lesson well : 
Still by constant mercy fed, 
Give me, Lord, my daily bread. 

2 " Day by day " the promise reads ; 
Daily strength for daily needs ; 
Cast foreboding fears away ; 
Take the manna of to-day. 

3 Lord, my times are in thy hand ; 
All my sanguine hopes have planned, 
To thy wisdom I resign, 

And would make thy purpose mine. 

4 Thou my daily task shalt give ; 
Day by day to thee I live : 

So shall added years fulfil, 

Not mine own, my Father's will. 

5 Fond ambition, whisper not ; 
Happy is my humble lot : 
Anxious, busy cares, away ; 
I 'm provided for to-day. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



6 Oh to live exempt from care, 
By the energy of prayer, 
Strong in faith, with mind subdued, 
Yet elate with gratitude ! 

Josiah Conder, 1837. 

682. 

1 Thou very present aid 

In suffering and distress, 
The soul which still on thee is stayed, 

Is kept in perfect peace. 
The soul by faith reclined 

On his Redeemer's breast, 
Midst raging storms exults to find 

An everlasting rest. 

2 Sorrow and fear are gone 

Whene'er thy face appears ; 
It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 

And dries the widow's tears. 
It hallows every cross ; 

It sweetly comforts me, 
And makes me now forget my loss, 

And lose myself in thee. 

Charles Wesley* 1749* 

683. Psalm: 55. S. M. 

1 Let sinners take their course, 

And choose the road to death ; 
But in the worship of my God 
I'll spend my daily breath. 

2 My thoughts address his throne 

When morning brings the light ; 
I seek his blessing every noon, 
And pay my vows at night. 

3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 

O my eternal God, 
While sinners perish in surprise, 
Beneath thine angry rod. 
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CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



4 Because they dwell at ease, 

And no sad changes feel, 
They neither fear nor trust thy name, 
Nor learn to do thy will. 

5 But I, with all my cares, 

Will lean upon the Lord ; 
I'll cast my burden on his arm, 
And rest upon his word. 

6 His arm shall well sustain 

The children of his love ; 
The ground on which their safety stand3 
No earthly power can move. 

Isaac Watts, i7*9- 

684. 

1 Come, let us to the Lord our God 

With contrite hearts return ; 
Our God is gracious, nor will leave 
The desolate to mourn. 

2 His voice commands the tempest forth, 

And stills the stormy wave ; 
And though his arm be strong to smite, 
'T is also strong to save. 

3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned ; 

The dawn shall bring us light ; 
God shall appear, and we shall rise 
With gladness in his sight. 

4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 

Shall know him and rejoice ; 
His coming like the morn shall be, 
Like morning songs his voice. 

5 As dew upon the tender herb, 

Diffusing fragrance round ; 
As showers that usher in the spring, 
And cheer the thirsty ground ; 
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6 So shall his presence bless our souls, 
And shed a joyful light ; 
That hallowed morn shall chase away 
The sorrows of the night. 

John Morrison, 1781. 

685. c. m. 

1 A Friend there is ; your voices join, 

Ye saints, to praise his name, 
Whose truth and kindness are divine, 
Whose love 's a constant flame. 

2 When most we need his helping hand, 

This friend is always near ; 
With heaven and earth at his command, 
He waits to answer prayer. 

3 His love no end or measure knows, 

No change can turn its course ; 
Immutably the same it flows 
From one eternal source. 

4 When frowns appear to veil his face, 

And clouds surround his throne, 
He hides the purpose of his grace, 
To make it better known. 

5 And if our dearest comforts fall 

Before his sovereign will, 
He never takes away our all, — 
Himself he gives us still. 

6 Our sorrows in the scale he weighs, 

And measures out our pains ; 
The wildest storm his word obeys, 
His word its rage restrains. 

Joseph Swain, *79 2 - 

686. cm. 

1 O thou whose sacred feet have trod 
The thorny path of woe ; 
Forbid that I should slight the rod, 
Or faint beneath the blow. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE, -SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

2 My spirit to its chastening stroke 

I meekly would resign, 
Nor murmur at the heaviest yoke 
That tells me I am thine. 

3 Give me the spirit of thy trust, 

To suffer as a son, 
To say, though lying in the dust, 
My Father's will be done. 

4 I know that trial works for ends 

Too high for sense to trace, 
That oft in dark attire he sends 
Some embassy of grace. 

5 May none depart till I have gained 

The blessing which it bears, 
And learn, though late, I entertained 
An angel unawares. 

6 So shall I bless the hour that sent 

The mercy of the rod, 
And build an altar by the tent 
Where I have met with God. 

James D. Burns, 1858. 
• Nehemiah xiii. 31. C. M. 

1 O thou from whom all goodness flows, 

I lift my heart to thee ; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

2 When on my groaning burdened heart 

My sins lie heavily, 
My pardon speak, new peace impart, 
In love remember me. 

3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, 

And ills I cannot flee ; 
Oh, give me strength, Lord, as my day ; 
For good remember me. 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



4 Distressed with pain, disease, and grief, 

This feeble body see ; 
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief ; 
Hear, and remember me. 

5 If on my face, for thy dear name, 

Shame and reproaches be, 
All hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
If thou remember me. 

6 The hour is near ; consigned to death, 

I own the just decree : 
" Saviour ! " with my last parting breath, 
I'll cry, " remember me ! " 

Thomas Haweis, *79 2 - 
688. C. ML. 

1 The world can neither give nor take, 

Xor can they comprehend, 
That peace of God which Christ hath 
That peace which knows no end. [bought^ 

2 The burning bush was not consumed, 

Whilst God remained there ; 
The three, when Jesus made the fourth, 
Found fire as soft as air. 

3 God's furnace doth in Zion stand ; 

But Zion's God sits by, 
As the refiner views his gold 
With an observant eye. 

4 His thoughts are high, his love is wise, 

His wounds a cure intend ; 
And. though he doth not always smile, 
He loves unto the end. 

5 His love is constant as the sun, 

Though clouds come oft between ; 
And, could my faith but pierce these 
It might be always seen. [clouds. 

465 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFI BRING Aim IRUST. 

6 Yet I shall ever, ever sing, 
And thou forever shine ; 
I have thine own dear pledge for this ; 
Lord, thou art ever mine. 

Selina, Countess of Huntingdon, 1780 

689. c. m. 

1 My soul, triumphant in the Lord, 

Shall tell its joys abroad, 
And march with holy vigor on, 
Supported by its God. 

2 Through all the winding maze of life 

His hand hath been my guide, 
And in that long-experienced care 
My heart shall still confide. 

3 His grace through all the desert flows 

An unexhausted stream ; 
That grace on Zion\s sacred mount 
Shall be my endless theme. 

4 Beyond the choicest joys of earth 

These distant courts I love ; 
But oh, I burn with strong desire 
To view thy house above. 

5 Mingled with all the shining band, 

My soul would there adore, 
A pillar in thy temple fixed, 
To be removed no more. 

Philip Doddridje* 17 5 5- 

690. 

1 Jesus, my Lord, 'tis sweet to rest 
Upon thy tender, loving breast, 
Where deep compassions ever roll 
Towards my helpless, weary soul. 

2 Thy love, my Saviour, dries my tears, 
Expels my griefs, and calms my fears ; 
Sheds light and gladness o'er my heart, 
And bids each anxious thought depart. 

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3 Blest foretaste this of joys to come 
In thy eternal, heavenly home ; 
Where I shall see thy smiling face, 
And know thy rich, unfathomed grace. 

4 That grace sustains my spirit now, 
Though still a pilgrim here below ; 
That grace suffices, comforts, guides, 
Upholds, defends, preserves, provides. 

5 Yes. thou art with me, O my God, 
To bear me on to thy abode, 
Where I shall never cease to prove 
Thy deep, divine, unfailing love. 

6 Help me to praise thee day by day, 
Till earth's dark scenes are passed away, 
Till in thy own unclouded light 

Thy glory satisfies my sight. 

H. B. in Lyra Sacra, 1865. 

091. Psalm 42. L. Bfc 

1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord ; 

But I will call thy name to mind, 
And times of past distress record, 

When I have found my God was kind. 

2 Yet will the Lord command his love 

When I address his throne by day, 
Nor in the night his grace remove ; 
The night shall hear me sing and pray. 

3 I'll chide my heart, that sinks so low ; 

Why should my soul indulge in grief? 
Hope in the Lord, and praise him too ; 
He is my rest, my sure relief. 

4 Thy light and truth shall guide me still ; 

Thy word shall my best thoughts era- 
And lead me to thy heavenly hill, [ploy. 
My God, my most exceeding joy. 

Isaac Watts, *7** 

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692. Psalm 1. L. Bl 

1 Uphold me, Lord, too prone to stray, 
Uphold me in thy narrow way ; 
From sin and folly bid me flee, 

And turn from all who turn from thee. 

2 The cloud and pillar of thy word, 
Be this my guide, my comfort, Lord, 
By day, by night at hand to bless, 
And lead me through the wilderness. 

3 So shall I flourish like a tree 
Planted, and watched, and nursed by thee, 
"With streams of grace around its roots, 
And bending low with holy fruits. 

4 So shall I go from light to light, 

Till prayer is praise, and faith is sight ; 
And while the sinner's doom I see, 
Adore the grace that rescued me. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 
69o. L. ML 

1 Eternal beam of light divine, 

Fountain of unexhausted love, 
In whom the Father's glories shine 
Through earth beneath and heaven 
above ; 

2 Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, 

Give me thy easy yoke to bear ; 
With steadfast patience arm my breast, 
With spotless love and lowly fear. 

3 Thankful I take the cup from thee, 

Prepared and mingled by thy skill ; 
Though bitter to the taste it be, 
Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 

4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh ; [gone, 

So shall each murmuring thought be 
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly 
As clouds before the midday sun. 
468 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



5 Speak to my warring passions peace ; 

Say to my trembling heart, be still : 
Thy power my strength and fortress is, 
For all things serve thy sovereign will. 

6 death, where is thy sting ? where now 

Thy boasted victory, grave ? 
Who shall contend with God. or who 
Can hurt whom God delights to save ? 

Charles Wesley, 1740. 

694. 

1 When in the hour of lonely woe 
I give my sorrow leave to flow, 
And anxious fear and dark distrust 
Weigh down my spirit to the dust ; 

2 When not e'en friendship's gentle aid 
Can heal the wounds the world has made. 
Oh, this shall check each rising si^h, 
That Jesus is forever nigh. 

o His counsels and upholding care 
My safety and my comfort are ; 
And he shall guide me all my days, 
Till glory crown the work of grace. 

4 Jesus, in whom but thee above 
Can I repose my trust, my love ? 
And shall an earthly object be 
Loved in comparison with thee ? 

5 My flesh is hastening to decay ; 

Soon shall the world have passed away : 
And what can mortal friends avail, [fail ? 
When heart and strength and life shall 

6 But oh, be thou, my Saviour, nigh, 
And I will triumph while I die ; 
My strength, rny portion, is divine, 
And Jesus is forever mine. 

Josiah Conder, 185 s. 

469 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, -SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



69o. L. M. 

1 O thou to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light, 
Search, prove ray heart; it pants for thee 
Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free. 

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross ; 
Nail rny affections to the cross ; 
Hallow each thought ; let all within 
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 

3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
Be thou my light, be thou my way ; 
No foes, no violence I fear, 

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 

4 When rising floods my soul o'erfiow, 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 

And raise my head and cheer my heart. 

5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ; 
Oh let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill. 

6 If rough and thorny be the way, 
My strength proportion to my day ; 
Till toil, and griof, and pain shall cease ? 
Where all is calm and joy and peace. 

Tr.from German by John Wesley, i739 _I 743- 

696. l. m. 

1 Oh for a beam of heavenly light 
To guide my roving steps aright, 
And lead me to the blest abode 
Where dwells my Father and my God, 

, Lord, I am weak and prone to stray ; 
Oh keep me in thy holy way ; 
What nature wants let grace supply, 
And smooth my progress to the sky. 
470 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



3 Trusting in Jesus, let me go 

In safety through this vale of woe ; 
And may his gracious presence cheer 
My heart in all its wanderings here. 

4 And when my pilgrimage is o'er, 
Oh let me rest upon that shore 
Where sin shall never more molest, 

Is or drive me from my Saviour's breast. 

W. H. Bathurst, 1830. 

697. L . m. 

1 By faith in Christ I walk with God, 

With heaven, my journey's end, in view ; 
Supported by his staff and rod, 
My road is safe, and pleasant too. 

2 I travel through a desert wide, 

Where many round me blindly stray ; 
But he vouchsafes to be my guide, 
And will not let me miss my way. 

8 Though snares and dangers throng my 
path, 

And earth and hell my course withstand, 

I triumph over all by faith, 
Guarded by his almighty hand. 

4 The wilderness affords no food ; 

But God for my support prepares, 
Provides me every needful good, 

And frees my soul from want and cares. 

5 With him sweet converse I maintain ; 

Great as he is, I dare be free ; 
I tell him all my grief and pain, 
And he reveals his love to me. 

6 Some cordial from his word he brings 

Whene'er my feeble spirit faints ; 
At once my soul revives and sings, 
And yields no more to sad complaints. 
471 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, -SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



7 I pity all that worldlings talk 

Of pleasures, that will quickly end ; 
Be this my choice, Lord, to walk 
With thee, my guide, my guard, mv 
friend ! 

John Newton, t-779- 
• Luke x. 42. L. M. 

1 Beset with snares on every hand, 
In life's uncertain path I stand ; 
Saviour divine, diffuse thy light 

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 

2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart 
To fix on Mary's better part ; 

To scorn the trifles of a day, 

For joys that none can take away. 

3 Then let the wildest storms arise ; 
Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 

But all my treasures with me bear. 

4 If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh, 
Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; 
Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 

Philip Doddridge, 17 55- 
• " •/ • 2 Cob. xii. 7-10. L. M. 

1 Let me but hear my Saviour say. 

" Strength shall be equal to thy day," 
Then I rejoice in deep distress, 
Leaning on all-sufficient graz e. 

2 I can do all things, or can bear 
All suffering, if my Lord be there ; 
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, 
While he my sinking head sustains. 

472 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



3 I glory in infirmity, 

That Christ's own power may rest on me ; 
When I am weak, then am I strong ; 
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 

Isaac Watts, I 7°9, a. 

700. Psalm 88. 7s & 6s. 

1 Loed God of my salvation, 

To thee, to thee I cry ; 
Oh let my supplication 

Arrest thine ear on high. 
Distresses round me thicken, 

My life draws nigh the grave ; 
Descend, O Lord, to quicken, 

Descend my soul to save. 

2 Thy wrath lies hard upon me, 

Thy billows o'er me roll ; 
My friends all seem to shun me, 

And foes beset my soul ; 
Where'er on earth I turn me, 

No comforter is near ; 
Wilt thou too, Father, spurn me ? 

Wilt thou refuse to hear ? 

3 No ; banished and heart-broken, 

My soul still clings to thee ; 
The promise thou hast spoken 

Shall still my refuge be. 
So present ills and terrors 

My future joy increase, 
And scourge me from my errors 

To duty, hope ; and peace. 

R. Lyte, 1834. 
i 1 . 7s & 6a. 

1 Full of weakness and of sin, 
We look to thee for life ; 
Lord, thy gracious work begin, 
And calm the inward strife. 
473 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



2 Though our hearts are prone to stray, 

Oh be thou a constant friend ; 
Though we know not how to pray, 
Thy saving mercy send. 

3 Let thy Spirit, gracious Lord, 

Our souls with love inspire, 
Strength and confidence afford, 
And breathe celestial fire. 

4 Teach us first to feel our need, 

And then all need supply ; 
"When we hunger, deign to feed, 
And hear us when we cry. 

5 When we cleave to earthly things, 

Send thy reviving grace ; 
Raise our souls, and give them wings 
To reach thy holy place. 

William Hiley Bathurst, 1831. 

1 02. 63 & ios. 

1 Thou who didst stoop below 
To drain the cup of woe, 

Wearing the form of frail mortality, 
Thy blessed labors done, 
Thy crown of victory won, • 

Hast passed from earth, passed to thy 
home on high. 

2 Our eyes behold thee not, 
Yet hast thou not forgot 

Those who have placed their hope, their 
Before thy Father's face [trust in thee ; 
Thou hast prepared a place, [be. 

That where thou art, there they may also 

3 It was no path of flowers 
Through this dark world of ours, 

Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread : 

And shall we in dismay 

Shrink from the narrow way, [spread ? 
When clouds and darkness are around 
474 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

4 O thou who art our life, 

Be with us through the strife ; 
Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was 
Raise thou our eyes above, [bowed ; 
To see a Father's love [the cloud. 
Beam, like the bow of promise, through 

•5 E'en through the awful gloom 
Which hovers o'er the tomb, 
That light of love our guiding star shall be; 
Our spirits shall not dread 
The shadowy way to tread, 
Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth 
lead to thee. 

Sarah A ppleton Miles, 1840. 

703. 

t Thine forever ! God of love, 
Hear us from thy throne above ; 
Thine forever may we be, 
Here and in eternity. 

2 Thine forever ! Lord of life, 
Shield us through the earthly strife ; 
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Guide us to the realms of day. 

3 Thine forever ! oh, how blest 
They who find in thee their rest ; 
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, 
Oh, defend us to the end. 

4 Thine forever ! Saviour, keep 
These thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
Safe alone beneath thy care, 

Let us all thy goodness share. 

5 Thine forever ! thou our Guide, 
All our wants by thee supplied, 
All our sins by thee forgiven, 
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. 

Mary F. Maude, 1848. 

475 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUSj 



704. 

1 Heavexly Father, to whose eye 
Future things unfolded lie, 
Through the desert, where I stray, 
Let thy counsels guide my way. 

2 Lead me not, for flesh is frail, 
Where fierce trials would assail ; 
Leave me not, in darkened hour, 
To withstand the tempter's power. 

3 Help thy servant to maintain 
A profession free from stain ; 
That my sole reproach may be 
Following Christ and fearing thee. 

4 Should thy wisdom, Lord, decree 
Trials long and sharp for me, 
Pain or sorrow, care or shame, 
Father, glorify thy name. 

5 Let me neither faint nor fear, 
Feeling still that thou art near, 
In the course my Saviour trod, 
Tending still to thee, my God. 

Josiah Conder, 1855. 

705. 

1 'T is my happiness below 

Not to live without the cross, 
But the Saviour's power to know, 

Sanctifying every loss : 
Trials must and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all, 

This is happiness to me. 

2 Did I meet no trials here, 

No chastisement by the way, 
Might I not with reason fear 
I should prove a castaway ? 
476 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



Trials make the promise sweet ; 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Trials* bring me to his feet, 

Lay me low, and keep me there. 

William Cawper, I 779- 
706 • 7s £ 6s. 

1 God is my strong salvation ; 

What foe have I to fear ? 
In darkness and temptation, 

My light, my help, is near : 
Though hosts encamp around me, 

Firm in the fight I stand ; 
What terror can confound me, 

With God at my right hand ? 

2 Place on the Lord reliance ; 

My soul, with courage wait.; 
His truth be thine affiance, 

When faint and desolate ; 
His might thy heart shall strengthen, 

His love thy joy increase ; 
Mercy thy days shall lengthen ; 

The Lord will give thee peace. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 
^07. 7s & 6s. 

1 Sometimes a light surprises 

The Christian while he sings ; 
It is the Lord who rises 

With healing on his wings ; 
When comforts are declining, 

He grants the soul again 
A season of clear shining, 

To cheer it after rain. 

2 In holy contemplation, 

We sweetly then pursue 
The theme of God's salvation, 
And find it ever new : 
477 



CHRISTIAN LIFE. — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



Set free from present sorrow, 

We cheerfully can say, 
Let the unknown to-morrow 

Bring with it what it may. 

3 It can bring with it nothing 

But he will bear us through ; 
Who gives the lilies clothing, 

Will clothe his people too : 
Beneath the spreading heavens 

No creature but is fed ; 
And he who feeds the ravens 

Will give his children bread. 

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither 

Their wonted fruit should bear, 
Though all the fields should wither, 

Nor flocks nor herds be there ; 
Yet God the same abiding, 

His praise shall tune my voice ; 
For while in him confiding, 

I cannot but rejoice. 

William Cowper, *779- 

/ 08. 10s, 4s & 10s. 

1 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 

Lead thou me on ; 
The night is dark, and I am far from home, 

Lead thou me on ; 
Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 

Shouldst lead me on : 
I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 

Lead thou me on ; 
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. 

3 So long thy power has blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone ; 
And with the morn those angel faces smile 
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ! 

John Henry Newman, 1833. 

478 



CHRIS TI AX LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST 



• VJO» 6s & 4a. 

1 My faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
Oh. let me from this day 

Be wholly thine. 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As thou hast died for me, 
Oh, may my love to thee 
Pure, warm, £nd changeless be, 

A living fire. 

3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour, then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh, bear me safe above, 

A ransomed soul. 

Ray Palmer, 1830. 
i 1 . 6s & 4a. 

1 thou best gift of heaven, 
Thou who thyself hast given, 

For thou hast died, 
This thou hast hast done for me : 
What have I done for thee, 
Thou crucified ? 

479 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 

2 I long to serve thee more : 
Reveal an open door, 

Saviour, to me ; m 
Then, counting all but loss, 
I'll glory in thy cross, 

And follow thee. 

3 Do thou but point the way, 
And give me strength t'obey ; 

Thy will be mine ; 
Then can I think it joy 
To suffer or to die, 
Since I am thine. 

Anon. 

• Luke xii. 22. C. P. M. 

1 O Lord ! how happy should we be 
If we could cast our care on thee ; 

If w^e from self could rest ; 
And feel at heart, that one above, 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best. 

2 How far from this our daily life, 
Ever disturbed by anxious strife, 

By sudden, wild alarms ; 
Oh, could we but relinquish all 
Our earthly props, and simply fall 

On thine almighty arms ! 

3 Could we but kneel, and cast our load, 
E'en while we pray, upon our God, 

Then rise with lightened cheer, 
Sure that the Father, who is nigh 
To still the famished raven's cry, 

Will hear in that we fear ! 

4 Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours 
Such lesson learn from birds and flowers ; 

Make them from self to cease ; 
Leave all things to a Father's will, 
480 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUST. 



And taste, before him lying still, 
E'en in affliction, peace. 

Joseph Anstice, 1836. 
i 12. C. P. M. 

1 Children of light, arise and shine ! 
Your birth, your hopes, are all divine, 

Your home is in the skies. 
Oh ! then, for heavenly glory born, 
Look down on all with holy scorn 

That earthly spirits prize. 

2 With Christ, with glory full in view, 
Oh ! what is all the world to you ? 

What is it all but loss ? 
Come on, then, cleave no more to earth, 
Nor wrong your high celestial birth, 

Ye pilgrims of the cross. 

3 The cross is ours ; we bear it now : 
But did not he beneath it bow, 

And suffer there at last ? 
All that we feel can Jesus tell ; 
His gracious soul remembers well 

The sorrows of the past. 

4 blessed Lord, we yet shall reign, 
Redeemed from sorrow, sin, and pain, 

And walk with thee in white. 
We suffer now ; but oh ! at last 
We '11 bless the Lord for all the past, 

And own our cross was light. 

Sir Edward Denny, 1839. 
f 1 3 . 5s & 8s. 

1 Jesus, still lead on, 

Till our rest be won ; 
And although the way be cheerless, 
We will follow, calm and fearless : 

Guide us by thy hand 

To our fatherland. 
481 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — SUFFERING AND TRUSS. 

2 If the way be drear, 
If the foe be near, 

Let Dot faithless fears o'ertake us, 
Let not faith and hope forsake us ; 

For, through many a foe, 

To our home we go. 

3 When w r e seek relief 
From a long-felt grief, 

When temptations come alluring, 
Make us patient and enduring ; 
Show us that bright shore 
Where we weep no more. 

4 Jesus, still lead on, 
Till oar rest be won ; 

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us, 

Till we safely stand 

In our fatherland. 

Count Zinzcndorf, 1721 ; tr. by Jane B&rthwkk, 1853. 

14. 63 & 4a. 

1 Fierce was the wild billow, 

Dark was the night, 
Oars labored heavily, 

Foam glittered white, 
Trembled the mariners, 

Peril was nieh ; 
Then said the God of God, 

" Peace ! It is I." 

2 Ridge of the mountain-wave, 

Lower thy crest; 
Wail of Euro cly don, 

Be thou at rest ; 
Sorrow can never be, 

Darkness must fly, 
Where saith the Light of Light, 

" Peace ! It is I ! " 

482 



CHRISTIA X LIFE, — CONSECBA TION. 

3 Jesus, Deliverer, 

Come thou to me ; 
Soothe thou my voyaging 

Over life's sea : 
Thou, when the storm of death 

Roars, sweeping by, 
Whisper, thou Truth of Truth, 

" Peace ! It is I ! " 

Anatoxins, died 458 ; tr. by J. M. Neale, 1862. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- 
CONSECRATION. 

715. Psaij>i 119. C. M. 

1 Thou art my portion, my God ; 

Soon as I know thy way, 
My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, 
And suffers no delay. 

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, 

And glory in my choice ; 
Not all the riches of the earth 
Could make me so rejoice. 

3 The testimonies of thy grace 

I set before mine eyes ; 
Thence I derive my daily strength, 
And there my comfort lies. 

4 If once I wander from thy path, 

I think upon my ways ; 
Then turn my feet to thy commands, 
And trust thy pardoning grace. 

5 Now I am thine, forever thine, 

Oh save thy servant, Lord ! 
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place ; 
My hope is in thy word. 

Isaac Watts, 1710. 

483 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— COXSECRA. TIOX. 



716. cm 

1 How can I sink with such a prop 

As my eternal God, 
Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 
And spreads the heavens abroad ? 

2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 

Who rose and left the dead ? 
Pardon and grace my soul receives 
From mine exalted Head. 

3 All that I am, and all I have, 

Shall be forever thine ; 
Whate'er my duty bids me give, 
My cheerful hands resign. 

4 Yet if I might make some reserve, 

And duty did not call. 
I love my God with zeal so great, 
That I should give him all. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 
71 i . C. M. 

1 Oh not to fill the mouth of fame 

My longing soul is stirred ; 
Oh give me a diviner name, — 
Call me thy servant, Lord. 

2 Sweet title that delighteth me, 

Rank earnestly implored ; 
Oh what can reach the dignity 
Of thy true servants, Lord? 

3 No longer would my soul be known 

As self-sustained and free ; 
Oh, not mine own. oh, not mine own, 
Lord, I belong to thee. 

4 In each aspiring burst of prayer, 

Sweet leave my soul would ask 
Thine every burden, Lord, to bear, 
To do thine every task. 
484 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, - CONSECRA HON. 



In life, ia death, on earth, in heaven, 

No other name for me ; 
The same sweet style and title given 
Through all eternity. 

Thomas H. GUI, 1859. 

718. cm. 

1 Let worldly minds the world pursue ; 

It has no charms for me : 
Once I admired its trifles too, 
But grace hath set me free. 

2 Its pleasures now no longer please, 

No more content afford ; 
Far from my heart be joys like these, 
Now I have seen the Lord. 

3 As by the light of opening day 

The stars are all concealed, 
So earthly pleasures fade away 
When Jesus is revealed. 

4 Creatures no more divide my choice ; 

I bid them all depart : 
His name, and love, and gracious voice, 
Have fixed my roving heart. 

5 Now, Lord. I would be thine alone, 

And wholly live to thee ; 
But may I hope that thou wilt own 
A worthless worm like me ? 

6 Yes ; though of sinners I 'm the worst, 

I cannot doubt thy will ; 
For if thou hadst not loved me first, 
I had refused thee still. 

John Newton, 1 779- 

719. c. m. 

1 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee, 
And plead to be forgiven, 
So let thy life our pattern be, 
And form our souls for heaven. 

485 



CHR IS TIAN L IFE, — CONSE CR AT 10 y. 



2 Help us, through good report and ill, 

Our daily cross to bear, 
Like thee to do our Father's will, 
Our brethren's grief to share. 

3 Let grace our selfishness expel, 

Our earthliness refine, 
And kindness in our bosoms dwell, 
As free and true as thine. 

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 

And grief's dark day come on, 
* We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 
Father, thy will be done. 

5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, 

Or brethren faithless prove, 
Then, like thine own, be all our aim 
To conquer them by love. 

6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 

Forgiving and forgiven, 
Oh may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
And follow thee to heaven ! 

J. H. Gurney, 1838. 

720. Psalm 119. C. M. 

i 

1 Oh that the Lord would guide my ways, 

To keep his statutes still ; 
Oh that my God would grant me grace 
To know and do his will. 

2 Oh send thy Spirit down to write 

Thy law upon my heart ; 
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
Nor act the liar's part. 

3 From vanity turn off my eyes ; 

Let no corrupt design, 
Nor covetous desire, arise 
Within this soul of mine. 

486 ' 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, — CONSECRATION. 



4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 

And make my heart sincere ; 
Let sin have no dominion, Lord, 
But keep my conscience clear. 

5 Make me to walk in thy commands,. 

'T is a delightful road, 
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, 
Offend against my God.. 

Isaac Watts, *7 J 9- 
721. C. M. 

1 Oh wherefore, Lord, doth thy dear praise 

But tremble on my tongue ? 
Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise 
A full, triumphant song ? 

2 Oh make me, Lord, thy statutes learn; 

Keep in thy ways my feet ; 
Then shall my lips divinely burn ; 
Then shall my songs be sweet. 

3 Each sin I cast away shall make 

My soul more strong to soar ; 
Each work I do for thee shall wake 
A strain divine the more. 

4 My voice shall more delight thine ear, 

The more I wait on thee ; 
Thy service bring my song more near 
The angelic harmony. 

5 Oh when shall perfect holiness 

Make this poor voice divine, 
And all harmonious heaven confess 
No sweeter song than mine ? 

Thomas H. Gill, 1849. 
^22. L. M 

1 Oh that I could forever dwell 

Delighted at the Saviour's feet, 
Behold the form I love so well, 
And all his tender words repeat ! 

48* 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONSECRATION. 



2 The world shut out from all my soul, 

And heaven brought in with all its bliss, 
Oh ! is there aught, from pole to pole, 
One moment to compare with this ? 

3 This is the hidden life I prize, 

A life of penitential love, 
When most my follies I despise, 

And raise my highest thoughts above ; 

4 When all I am I clearly see, 

And freely own with deepest shame ; 
When the Redeemer's love to me 
Kindles within a deathless flame. 

5 Thus would I live till nature fail, 

And all my former sins forsake ; 
Then rise to God within the veil, 
And of eternal joys partake. 

Andrew Reed, 1841. 
7<2o. L. M. 

1 My gracious Lord, I own thy right 

To every service I can pay, 
And call it my supreme delight 
To hear thy dictates and obey. 

2 What is my being but for thee, 

Its sure support, its noblest end, 
Thine ever-smiling face to see, 

And serve the cause of such a friend ! 

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, 

Or to increase my worldly good ; 
Nor future days nor powers employ 
To spread a sounding name abroad. 

4 'T is to my Saviour I would live, 

To him who for my ransom died ; 
Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 
488 



CHRISTIAX LIFE, - COXSECRA TI02T. 



5 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
When youthful vigor is no more ; 
And my last hour of life confess 
His dying love, his saving power. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755. 

724. l.m. 

1 thou, who earnest from above, 

The pure celestial fire t' impart, 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
On the mean altar of my heart. 

2 There let it for thy glory burn 

With inextinguishable blaze, 
And. trembling, to its source return, 
In humble prayer and fervent praise. 

3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire 

To work and speak and think for thee ; 
Still let me guard the holy fire, 
And still stir up thy gift in me ; 

4 Ready for all thy perfect will, 

My acts of faith and love repeat ; 
Till death thy endless mercies seal, 
And make the sacrifice complete. 

Charles Wesley, 1762. 
* 25. L. M. 

1 Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go, 

My daily labor to pursue, 
Thee, only thee, resolved to know, 
In all I think, or speak, or do. 

2 The task thy wisdom hath assigned 

Oh let me cheerfully fulfil ; 
In all my works thy presence find, 
And prove thy good and perfect will. 

3 Preserve me from my calling's snare, 

And hide my simple heart above, — 
Above the thorns of choking care, 
And gilded baits of w T orldly love. 
489 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONSECRATION. 



4 Thee may I set at my right hand, 

Whose eyes my inmost substance see, 
And labor on at thy command, 
And offer all my works to thee. 

5 Give me to bear thy easy yoke, 

And every moment watch and pray ; 
And still to things eternal look, 
And hasten to thy glorious day : 

6 For thee delightfully employ [given. 

Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath 
And run my course with even joy, 
And closely walk with thee to heaven. 

Charles Wesley, 1749. 

726. l.m. 

1 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, 

How pay the mighty debt I owe? 
Let all I have, and all I am, 
Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 

2 Too much to thee I cannot give ; 

Too much I cannot do for thee ; 
Let all thy love and all thy grief 
Grav'n on my heart forever be. 

3 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, 

Oh may I learn from thee, my God, 
And love, with softest pity joined, 

For those that trample on thy blood. 

4 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs 

O'erflow my eyes and heave my breast ; 
Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, 
And ever in thy bosom rest. 

^ John Wesley, 1 703-1 791. 

( 2 i . Psalm 116. L. M. 

1 Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from 

fears, 

My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, 
What can I do, oh love divine, 
What, to repay such gifts as thine ? 



CHRISTIAN LIFE, 



— CONSECRA TION. 



2 "What can I do, so poor, so weak, 
But from thy band new blessings seek, 
A heart to feci thy mercies more, 

A soul to know thee, and adore ? 

3 Oh teach me at thy feet to fall, 
And yield thee up myself, my all ; 
Before thy saints my debts to own, 
And live and die to thee alone. 

4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart, 
Expand and raise and fill my heart ; 
So may I hope my life shall be 
Some taint return, Lord, to thee. 

Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 

728. S. M. 

1 My Maker and my King, 

To thee my all I owe ; 
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring 
From whence my blessings flow. 

2 The creature of thy hand, 

On thee alone I live ; 
My God, thy benefits demand 
More praise than life can give. 

3 Oh, what can I impart, 

When all is thine before ? 
Thy love demands a thankful heart; 
The gift, alas, how poor ! 

4 Shall I withhold thy due? 

And shall my passions rove ? 
Lord, form this wretched heart anew, 
And fill it with thy love. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

729. s. m 

1 Teach me, my God and King, 
In all things thee to see ; 
And what I do in anything, 
To do it as for thee : 

491 



CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONSECRATION. 



2 To scorn the senses' sway, 

While still to thee I tend ; 
In all I do, be thou the way, 
In all be thou the end. 

3 All may of thee partake ; 

Nothing so small can be 
But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
Greatness and -worth from thee. 

4 If done beneath thy laws 

E'en servile labors shine ; 
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause ; 
The meanest work, divine. 

George Herbert, 1632, a. 
I 30. S. M. 

1 Dear Lord and Master mine, 

Thy happy servant see ; 
My Conqu'ror, with what joy divine 
Thy captive clings to thee ! 

2 I love thy yoke to wear, 

To feel thy gracious bands, 
Sweetly restrained by thy care, 
And happy in thy hands. 

3 No bar would I remove ; 

No bond would I unbind ; 
Within the limits of thy love 
Full liberty I find. 

4 I would not walk alone, 

But still with thee, my God, 
At every step my blindness own, 
And ask of thee the road. 

5 Dear Lord and Master mine, 

Still keep thy servant true ; 
My Guardian and my Guide divine, 
Bring, bring thy pilgrim through. 
492 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONFLICT. 

My Conqu'ror and my King, 
Still keep me in thy train ; 

And with thee thy glad captive bring. 
When thou return'st to reign. 

Thomas H. Gill, 1859. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- 
CONFLICT. 

731. S. M. 

1 Jesus, my strength, my hope, 

On thee I cast my care ; 
With humble confidence look up, 
And know thou hear'st my prayer. 

2 Give me on thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do ; 
On thee, almighty to create, 
Almighty to renew. 

3 I want a godly fear, 

A quick discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 
And sees the tempter fly : 

4 A spirit still prepared, 

And armed with jealous care ; 
Forever standing on its guard, 
And watching unto prayer. 

5 I want a heart to pray, 

To pray and never cease ; 
Never to murmur at thy stay, 
Or wish my suff 'rings less. 

6 This blessing, above all, 

Always to pray, I want ; 
Out of the deep on thee to call, 
And never, never faint. 



493 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — CO XFL I C T. 



7 I want a true regard, 

A single, steady aim, 
Unmoved by threatening or reward, 
To thee and thy great name ; 

8 A jealous, just concern 

For thine immortal praise ; 
A pure desire that all may learn 
And glorify thy grace. 

9 I rest upon thy word, — 

The promise is for me ; 
My succor and salvation, Lord, 
Shall surely come from thee. 

1 But let me still abide, 

Nor from my hope remove. 
Till thou my patient spirit guide 
Into thy perfect love. 

Charles Wesley, 174*- 

7 52. 

) Ye servants of the Lord, 
Each in his office wait, 
Observant of his heavenly word, 
And watchful at his gate. 

5 Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame ; 
Gird up your loins, as in his sight, 
For awful is his name. 

3 Watch ; ? t is your Lord's command ; 

And while we speak he' s near ; 
Mark the first signal of his hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4 Oh happy servant he. 

In such a posture found ; 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honor crowned. 

494 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONFLICT. 



5 Christ shall the banquet spread 
With his own royal hand, 
And raise that fav'rite servant's head 
Amid the angelic band. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755, a. 
*33. L. M. 

1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 

And gird the gospel armor on ; 
March to the gates of endless joy, [gone. 
Where thy great Captain-Saviour's 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; 

But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
And sung the triumph when he rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 

Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
There peace and joy eternal reign, [wait. 
And glittering robes for conquerors 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 

And triumph in almighty grace, 
While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious leader's praise. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

734. L m. 

1 Awake, our souls ; away, our fears ; 

Let every trembling thought be gone ; 
Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 

And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
But they forget the mighty God, 
Who feeds the strength of every saint, — 

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 

Is ever new and ever young, 
And firm endures, while endless years 
Their everlasting circles run. 
495 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— 



CONFLICT. 



4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 
While such as trust their native strength 
Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 

We '11 mount aloft to thine abode ; 
On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
Nor tire amid the heavenly road ! 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 
73?3. L. M. 

1 O Israel, to thy tents repair : 

Why thus secure on hostile ground? 
Thy King commands thee to beware, 
For many foes thy camp surround. 

2 The trumpet gives a martial strain : 

O Israel, gird thee for the fight ! 
Arise, the combat to maintain. 
And put thine enemies to flight. 

3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do ; 

Awake ; be vigilant ; be brave ! 
The coward, and the sluggard too, 
Must wear the fetters of the slave. 

4 A nobler lot is cast for thee ; 

A kingdom waits thee in the skies : 
With such a hope, shall Israel flee, 
Or yield, through weariness, the prize? 

5 No ; let a careless world repose, [day, 

And slumber on through life's sho^t 
While Israel to the conflict goes, 
And bears the glorious prize away^ 

Thomas Kelly, 1806. 

736, o. m. 

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
A follower of the Lamb, 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name ? 
496 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONFLICT 



2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize v 
And sailed through bloody seas ? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ; 
I '11 bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They view the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thy armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

737. C. M. 

1 The Son of God goes forth to war, 

A kingly crown to gain, 
His blood-red banner streams afar ; 
Who follows in his train ? 

2 Who best can drink his cup of woe, 

Triumphant over pain, 
Who patient bears his cross below, 
He follows in his train. 

3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye 

Could pierce beyond the grave, 
Who saw his Master in the sky, 
And called on him to save ; 
497 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, 



— CONFLICT. 



4 Like him, with pardon on his tongue, 

In midst of mortal pain, 
He prayed for them that did the wrong : 
Who follows in his train ? 

5 A glorious band, the chosen few 

On whom the Spirit came, [knew, 
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they 
And mocked the cross and flame. 

6 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven, 

Through peril, toil, and pain ; 
O God, to us may grace be given 
To follow in their train ! 

Reginald Heber, 1827. 
^ 38. L. M. 

1 Jesus, and shall it ever be, 

A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star ; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon 
Let midnight be ashamed of noon ; 
'T is midnight with my soul till he, 
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ? 
No ; when I blush be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

498 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— CONFLICT. 



6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ; 
And oh may this my glory be, 
That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 

Joseph G-rigg, 1765 ; alt. by Benj. Francis, 1787. 
J 39* L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes, 
See where thy foes against thee rise, 
In long array, a numerous host ; 
Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 

2 Here giant danger threatening stands, 
Mustering his pale terrific bands ; 
There pleasure's silken banners spread, 
And willing souls are captive led. 

3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; 
Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
Beware of all, guard every part, 

But most the traitor in thy heart. 

4 The terror and the charm repel, 

And powers of earth, and powers of hell ; 
The man of Calvary triumphed here : 
Why should his faithful followers fear ? 

Anna Latitia Barbauld, *773' 

740. 

1 So let our lips and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess, 

So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honors of our Saviour God, 
When his salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
"While justice, temperance, truth, and love. 
Our inward pietv approve. 

499 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — 



CONFLICT. 



4 Religion bears our spirits up, 

While we expect that blessed hope, 
The bright appearance of the Lord, 
And faith stands leaning on his word. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

741. cm. 

1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigor on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey ; 
Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'T is God's all-animating voice 

That calls thee from on high ; 
'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye ; 

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, 

Which shall new lustre boast, [gems 
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' 
Shall blend in common dust. 

5 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, 

Have I my race begun ; 
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet 
I '11 lay my honors down. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

742. Gen. xxiv. 56. C. M. 

1 In all my Lord's appointed ways 

My journey I '11 pursue ; 
Hinder me not, ye much-loved saints, 
For I must go with you. 

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead , 

I '11 follow where he goes ; 
Hinder me not ! shall be my cry, 
Though, earth and hell oppose. 
5O0 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — CON FLICT. 



3 Through duty, and through trials too, 

I '11 go at his command ; 
Hinder me not, for I am bound 
To my Immanuel's land. 

4 And when my Saviour calls me home, 

Still this my cry shall be, 
Hinder me not ! come, welcome death ; 
I '11 gladly go with thee ! 

John Ryland, *773- 

T43 • c. m. 

1 I 'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 

Or to defend his cause ; 
Maintain the honor of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my God ! I know his name, 

His name is all my trust ; 
Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 

And he can well secure 
What I've committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 

Before his Father's face, 
And in the New Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

744. cm. 

1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 

And all the world go free ? 
No ; there 's a cross for every one, 
And there 's a cross for me. 

2 This consecrated cross I '11 bear 

Till death shall set me free, 
And then go home my crown to wear, 
For there 's a crown for me. 
501 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, - CONFLICT. 



3 Upon the crystal pavement, down 

At Jesus' pierced feet, 
Joyful I '11 cast my golden crown, 
And his dear name repeat. 

4 And palms shall wave, and harps shall 

Beneath heaven's arches high ; [ring, 
The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, 
That lives no more to die. 

5 Oh, precious cross ! oh, glorious crown ! 

Oh, resurrection day ! 
Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
And bear my soul away ! 

G. N. Allen, 1852. 

745. Isaiah xl. 27-31. C. M. 

1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise. 

And where 's our courage tied ? 
Has restless sin or raging hell 
Struck all our comforts dead ? 

2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name 

That formed the earth and sea ? 
And can an all-creating arm 
Grow weary or decay ? 

3 Treasures of everlasting might 

In our Jehovah dwell ; 
He gives the conquest to the weak, 
And treads their foes to hell. 

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, 

And youthful vigor cease ; 
But we who wait upon the Lord 
Shall feel our strength increase. 

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, 

And taste the promised bliss, 
Till their unwearied feet arrive 
Where perfect pleasure is. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

502 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- CONFLICT. 



746. 

1 Alas, what hourly dangers rise ! 

What snares beset my way ! 
To heaven oh let me lift my eyes, 
And hourly watch and pray. 

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 

And melt in flowing tears ; 
My weak resistance, ah, how vain ; 
How strong my foes and fears ! 

3 gracious God, in whom I live, 

My feeble efforts aid ; 
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
Though trembling and afraid. 

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 

When toes and fears prevail ; 
And bear my fainting spirit up, 
Or soon my strength will fail. 

5 Oh keep me in thy heavenly way, 

And bid the tempter flee ; 
And let me never, never stray 
From happiness and thee. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

^ 47. s. m. 

1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 
Through his eternal Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts 

And in his mighty power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand then in his great might, 

With all his strength endued, 
And take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God : 

503 



THE CHRISTIAX LIFE, — 



COXFLICT. 



4 That, having all things done, 

And all your conflicts past, 
You may o'ercome through Christ alone, 
And stand entire at last. 

5 From strength to strength go on ; 

Wrestle, and fight, and pray ; 
Tread all the powers of darkness down, 
And win the well-fought day. 

6 Still let the Spirit cry 

In all his soldiers, come ! 
Till Christ the Lord descend from high, 
And take the conquerors home. 

Charles Wesley, 

748. s. m. 

1 My soul, be on thy guard ; 

Ten thousand foes arise. 
And hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 Oh watch, and fight, and pray ; 

The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 

Nor once at ease sit down ; 
Thine arduous work will not be done 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
He'll take thee at thy parting breath 
To his divine abode. 

Heath. 

749. 

1 A charge to keep I have, 
A God to glorify, 
A never-dying soul to save, 
And fit it for the sky. 

504 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- CONFLICT. 

2 To serve the present age, 

My calling to fulfil, — 
Oh may it all my powers engage 
To do ray Master's will ! 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live ; 
And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 

4 Help me to watch and pray, 

And on thyself rely, 
Assured, if I my trust betray, 
I shall forever die. 

Charles Wesley, 1767. 

750. 10s, 11 & 12. 

1 Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest ; 
Ware') for day, Christian, when the night's 

longest ; 

Onward and onward still be thine endeavor ; 
The rest that remaineth, endareth forever. 

2 Fight the tight, Christian ; Jesus is o'er thee ; 
Run the race, Christian ; heaven is before thee ; 
He who hath promised faltereth never ; 

The love of eternity flows on forever. 

3 Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth ; 
Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth : 
Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall sever ; 
Mount when thy work is done, and praise him 

forever. 

Joseph Stammers, 1844. 

751 . c. p. m 

1 Fear not, little flock, the foe 
Who madly seeks your overthrow ; 

Dread not his rage and power ; [faints, 
What though your courage sometimes 
This seeming triumph o'er God's saints 

Lasts but a little hour. 

2 Fear not ! be strong ! your cause belongs 
To him who can avenge your wrongs ; 

Leave it to him, our Lord ; 

505 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — COX FLIC T. 



Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
Salvation shall for you arise ; 
He girdeth on his sword. 

3 As sure as God's own promise stands, 
Not earth, nor hell with all their bands, 

Against us shall prevail : [throne ; 
The Lord shall mock them from his 
God is with us, we are his own ; 

Our victory cannot fail. 

4 Amen ! Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ; 
Great Captain, now thine arm make bare, 

Thy church with strength defend : 
So shall all saints and martyrs raise 
A joyful chorus to thy praise 

Through a^es without end ! 

Alteriburg, 163 x; tr. by C. Winkicorth, 1855, a. 
J 52 . 7, 7 ; 8, 7 ; 7, 7 ; 8, 7. 

1 Head of the Church triumphant, 

We joyfully adore thee ; 
Till thou appear, thy members here 

Shall sing like those in glory : 
We lift our hearts and voices 

With blest anticipation, 
And cry aloud, and give to God 

The praise of our salvation. 

2 Thou dost conduct thy people 

Through torrents of temptation ; 
Nor will we fear, while thou art near, 

The fire of tribulation: 
The world, with sin and Satan. 

In vain our march opposes : 
By thee we shall break through them all, 

And sing the song of Moses. 

3 While in affliction's furnace. 

And passing through the fire. 
Thy love we praise, that knows our days, 
And ever brings us nigher. 
506 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,-CONFLICT. 



We '11 lift our hands exulting 

In thiue almighty favor ; 
The love divine, that made us thine, 

Shall keep us thine forever. 

4 By faith we see the glory 

To which thou shalt restore us ; 
The cross despise for that high prize 

Which thou hast set before us : 
And if thou count us worthy, 

We each, as dying Stephen. 
Shall see thee stand at God's right hand, 

To take us up to heaven. 

Charles Wesley, 1745* 

753. 

1 Much in sorrow, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christians, onward go ! 
Fight the fight, and, worn with strife, 
Steep with tears the bread of life. 

2 Onward, Christians, onward go ; 
Join the war, and face the foe ; 
Faint not ; much doth yet remain ; 
Dreary is the long campaigu. 

3 Shrink not, Christians : will ye yield ? 
Will ye quit the painful field ? 

Will ye flee in danger's hour ? 
Know ye not your Captain's power? 

4 Let your drooping hearts be glad ; 
March, in heavenly armor clad ; 
Fight, nor think the battle long ; 
Victory soon shall tune your song. 

5 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
Let not woe your course impede ; 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

507 



CHRISTIAN LIFE.— FELLOWSHIP AND CHARITY. 



6 Onward then to battle move ! 

More than conquerors ye shall prove ; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldiers, onward go ! 

Henry Kirke White, 1806 ; completed by Fanny 
Fuller Maitland, 1827. 

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE - 
FELLOWSHIP AND CHARITY. 

• Psalm 133. 7s. 

1 'T is a pleasant thing to see 
Brethren in the Lord agree ; 
Children of a God of love 
Live as they should live above ; 
Acting each a Christian part, 
One in lip and one in heart. 

2 As the precious ointment shed 
Upon Aaron's hallowed head, 
Downward through his garments stole, 
Spreading odor o'er the whoit> , 

So from our High Priest above 
To his church flows heavenly love. 

3 Gently as the dews distil 
Down on Zion's holy hill, 
Dropping gladness where they fall, 
Bright'ning and refreshing all, 
Such is Christian union, shed 
Through the members from the Head 

4 Where divine affection lives, 
There the Lord his blessing gives ; 
Where on earth his will is done, 
There his heaven is half begun : 
Lord, our great example prove ; 
Teach us all like thee to love. 

Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 

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(OO. S. M. 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love : 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear, 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin, we shall be free, 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 

John Fawcett, 1772. 
^ 06. Psalm 133. S. M. 

1 Blest are the sons of peace 

Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
Whose kind designs to serve and please 
Through all their actions run. 

2 Blest is the pious house 

Where zeal and friendship meet ; 
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, 
Make their communion sweet. 

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3 Thus when on Aaron's head 

They poured the rich perfume, 
The oil through all his raiment spread, 
And pleasure filled the room. 

4 Thus on the heavenly hills 

The saints are blest above, 
Where joy like morning dew distils, 
And all the air is love. 

Isaac Watts, I 7 I 9* 

757. s. m. 

1 Jesus, our faith increase ; 

Fast knit, O Lord, to thee, 
Around us bind the bond of peace, 
The Spirit's unity. 

2 One God and Father ours, 

One Christ his gift of love, 
One Spirit shed in living showers, 
One home prepared above. 

3 To one glad hope we cling, 

Through Jesus' life and death ; 
One theme of saving grace we sing, 
And ours one common faith. 

4 Then grant us, Lord, one mind, 

One wall in all our ways, 
One heart to thine own truth inclined, 
One mouth to speak thy praise. 

Bristol Hymns, 1S70. 

( 08 # l. it 

1 How blest the sacred tie that binds 
In union sweet according minds ; 

How swift the heavenly course they run, 
"Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes 
are one ! 

2 To each the soul of each how dear ; 
What jealous love, what holy fear; 

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How doth the generous flame within 
Refine from earth and cleanse from sin. 

3 Their streaming tears together flow 
For human guilt and mortal woe ; 
Their ardent prayers together rise 
Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 

4 Together both they seek the place 
Where God reveals his awful face ; 
How high, how strong their raptures 

swell, 

There's none but kindred souls can tell. 

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire 
When nature droops her sickening fire ; 
Then shall they meet in realms above, 
A heaven of joy because of love. 

A. L. Barbauld, 1773. 
( 59 . L. if. 

1 Lord, how joyful 'tis to see 
The brethren join in love to thee ; 
On thee alone their heart relies, 
Their only strength thy grace supplies. 

2 How sweet, within thy holy place, 
With one accord to sing thy grace, 
Besieging thine attentive ear 
With all the force of fervent prayer. 

3 Oh may we love the house of God, 
Of peace and joy the blest abode ; 
Oh may no angry strife destroy 
That sacred peace, that holy joy. 

4 The world without may rage, but we 
Will only cling more close to thee, 
With hearts to thee more wholly given, 
More weaned from earth, more fixed on 

heaven. 
511 



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5 Lord, shower upon us from above 
The sacred gift of mutual love ; 
Each other's wants may we supply, 
And reign together in the sky. 

John Chandler, 1837. 

760. 

1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
And nobler speech than angels use, 

If love be absent, I am found, 

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 

2 Were I inspired to preach and tell 
All that is done in heaven or hell, 
Or could my faith the world remove, 
Still am I nothing without love. 

3 Should I distribute all my store 

To feed the hungry, clothe the poor, 
Or give my body to the flame 
To gain a martyr's glorious name, 

4 If love to God and love to men 
Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; 
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
The work of love can e'er fulfil. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9, a. 
761. L.M. 

1 Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise ; 
To torrents melt my streaming eyes ; 
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel 
Those evils which thou canst not heal. 

2 See human nature sunk in shame ; 
See scandals poured on Jesus' name ; 
The Father wounded through the Son ; 
The world abused, the soul undone. 

3 My God, I feel the mournful scene ; 
My spirit yearns o'er dying men ; 
And fain my pity would reclaim 

And snatch the firebrands from the flame. 
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CHRISTIAN LIFE —FELLOWSHIP AND CHARITY. 



4 But feeble my compassion proves, 
And can but weep where most it loves : 
Thine own all-saving arm employ, 
And turn these drops of grief to joy. 

Philip Doddridge, 1739* 
• Matt. v. 3-10. L. M. 

1 Blest are the humble souls that see 
Their emptiness and poverty ; 
Treasures of grace to them are given, 
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 

2 Blest are the meek, who stand afar 
From rage and passion, noise and war ; 
God will secure their happy state, 
And plead their cause against the great. 

3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, 
Hunger and long for righteousness ; 
They shall be well supplied and fed 
With living streams and living bread. 

4 Blest are the men whose pities move 
And melt with sympathy and love ; 
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain 
Like sympathy and love again. 

5 Blest are the men of peaceful life, 
Who quench the coals of growing strife ; 
They shall be called the heirs of bliss, 
The sons of God, the God of peace. 

6 Blest are the sufferers, who partake 
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake ; 
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord ; 
Glory and joy are their reward. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9' 
f 63. L. M. 

I Blest is the man whose spirit shares 
A suffering brother's wants and cares ; 
The Lord will visit him in grief, 
And bring his trials sweet relief. 
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2 The sinner's Friend delights to see 
His people kind and good as he, 
And bids them each with each unite 
To make their common burden light. 

3 That burden well the Saviour knows ; 
He bore on earth our sins and woes ; 
By friends betrayed, by foes assailed, 
Yet love divine o'er all prevailed. 

4 That love, O Lord, still let us share, 
Still lead us on through foe and snare, 
Till we thy face unclouded see, 

And lose ourselves and earth in thee. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 

764. 

1 Father of mercies, send thy grace, 

All-powerful, from above, 
To form in our obedient souls 
The image of thy love. 

2 Oh, may our sympathizing breasts 

That generous pleasure know, 
Kindly to share in others' joy, 
And weep for others' woe. 

3 When poor and helpless sons of grief 

In deep distress are laid, 
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 
And swift our hands to aid. 

4 So Jesus looked on dying men, 

When throned above the skies, 
And, 'midst the embraces of his God,, 
He felt compassion rise. 

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew 

To raise us from the ground, 
And made the richest of his blood 
A balm for every wound. 

Philip Doddridge, 1 7SS» 

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CHRISTIAN LIFE -FELLOWSHIP AND CHARITY. 



1 Bright Source of everlasting love, 

To thee our souls we raise, 
And to thy sovereign bounty rear 
A monument of praise. 

2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life 

With every cheering ray, 
And kindly checks the rising tear, 
Or wipes that tear away. 

3 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, 

For all the grace we see ? 
The goodness feeble worms can yield 
Extendeth not to thee. 

4 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, 

We cheerfully repair, 
And, with the gift thy hand bestows, 
Relieve the mourners there. 

5 The widow's heart shall sing for joy ; 

The orphan shall be glad ; 
And hungering souls we '11 gladly point 
To Christ, the living bread. 

6 Thus passing through the vale of tears, 

Our useful light shall shine, 
And others learn to glorify 
Our Father's name divine. 

James Boden, 1798. 

766. cm. 

1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace, 

Thy bounties how complete ! 
How shall I count the matchless sum, 
How pay the mighty debt ! 

2 High on a throne of radiant light 

Dost thou exalted shine ; 
What can my poverty bestow, 
When all the worlds are thine ? 
515 



CHRISTIAN LIFE -FELLOWSHIP AND CHARITY. 

3 But thou hast brethren here below, 

The partners of thy grace, 
And wilt confess their humble names 
Before thy Father's face. 

4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed, 

And visited and cheered ; 
And in their accents of distress 
My Saviour's voice is heard. 

5 Thy face, with reverence and love, 

I in thy poor would see ; 
Oh rather let me beg my bread 
Than hold it back from thee ! 

Philip Doddridge, i775- 

767. 

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 

When those that love the Lord 
In one another's peace delight, 
And so fulfil his word ! 

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 

And with him bear a part ; 
When sorrow flows from eye to eye, 
And joy from heart to heart ! 

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, 

Our wishes all above, 
Each can his brother's failings hide, 
And show a brother's love ! 

4 When love, in one delightful stream, 

Through every bosom flows, 
And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In every action glows ! 

5 Love is the golden chain that binds 

The happy souls above ; 
And he 's an heir of heaven who finds 
His bosom glow with love. 

Joseph Swain, *-79 2m 

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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,- 
ITS BLESSEDNESS. 

768. c. m. 

1 Happy the souls to Jesus joined, 

And saved by grace alone ; 
Walking in all his ways they find 
Their heaven on earth begun. 

2 The church triumphant in thy love, 

Their mighty joys we know ; 
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
And we in hymns below. 

3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, 

And bow before thy throne ; 
We, in the kingdom of thy grace : 
The kingdoms are but one. 

4 The holy to the holiest leads ; 

From hence our spirits rise ; 
And he that in thy statutes treads 
Shall meet thee in the skies. 

Charles Wesley, 1745. 
• Isaiah xxxv. 8-10. C. M. 

1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 

Your great Deliverer sing ; 
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound, 
Be joyful in your King. 

2 See the fair way his hand has raised, ■ 

How holy, and how plain ; 
Nor shall the simplest traveller err, 
Nor ask the track in vain. 

3 No roaring lion shall destroy, 

Nor lurking serpent wound ; 
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, 
Through all the path are found. 
517 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ITS BLESSEDNESS. 



4 A hand divine shall lead you on 

Through all the blissful road, 
Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your smiling God. 

5 There garlands of immortal joy 

Shall bloom on every head ; 
While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows all are fled. 

6 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 

Pursue his footsteps still ; 
And let the prospect cheer your eye 
While laboring up the hill. 

Philip Doddridge, *7$5- 

770. Psalm 91. C. M. 

1 There is a safe and secret place 

Beneath the wings divine, 
Reserved for all the heirs of grace ; 
Oh be that refuge mine ! 

2 The least and feeblest there may bide, 

Uninjured and una wed ; 
While thousands fall on every side, 
He rests secure in God. 

3 The angels watch him on his way, 

And aid with friendly arm ; 
And Satan, roaring for his prey, 
May hate, but cannot harm. 

4 He feeds in pastures large and fair 

Of love and truth divine : 
O child of God, O glory's heir, 
How rich a lot is thine ! 

5 A hand almighty to defend, 

An ear for every call, 
An honored life, a peaceful end, 
And heaven to crown it all ! 

Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 

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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ITS BLESSEDNESS. 



Ill* Col. iii. 3. C. M. 

1 O happy soul that lives on high, 

While men lie grovelling here ! 
His hopes are fixed above the sky, 
And faith forbids his fear. 

2 His conscience knows no secret stings, 

While peace and joy combine 
To form a life whose holy springs 
Are hidden and divine. 

3 He waits in secret on his God ; 

His God in secret sees : 
Let earth be all in arms abroad, 
He dwells in heavenly peace. 

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, 

Beyond this world and time, 
Where neither eyes nor ears have been, 
Nor thoughts of sinners climb. 

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne 

To raise his figure here ; 
Content and pleased to live unknown, 
Till Christ, his life, appear. 

6 He looks to heaven's eternal hill 

To meet that glorious day, 
But patient waits his Saviour's will 
To fetch his soul away. 

Isaac Watts, "7°9- 

i 72. c. m. 

1 Thrice happy souls, who, born from 

While yet they sojourn here, [heaven. 
Thus all their days with God begin, 
And spend them in his fear ! 

2 'Midst hourly cares may love present 

Its incense to thy throne, 
And while the world our hands employs. 
Our hearts be thine alone. 
519 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,— ITS BLESSEDNESS. 



3 As sanctified to noblest ends, 

Be each refreshment sought. 
And by each various providence 
Some wise instruction brought. 

4 "When to laborious duties called, 

Or by temptations tried, 
We '11 seek the shelter of thy wings, 
And in thy strength confide. 

5 As different scenes of life arise, 

Our grateful hearts would be 
With thee amidst the social band, 
In solitude with thee. 

6 At night we lean our weary heads 

On thy paternal breast, 
And, safely folded in thine arms, 
Resign our powers to rest. 

7 In solid, pure delights like these, 

Let all my days be passed ; 
Nor shall I then impatient wish, 
Nor shall I fear the last. 

Philip Doddridge, i737> 

773. Psaxm 32. S. M. 

1 Oh blessed souls are they 

Whose sins are covered o'er ! 
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord 
Imputes their guilt no more. 

2 They mourn their follies past, 

And keep their hearts with care ; 
Their lips and lives, without deceit, 
Shall prove their faith sincere. 

3 While I concealed my guilt, 

I felt the festering wound, 
Till I confessed my sins to thee, 
And ready pardon found. 
520 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ITS BLESSEDNESS 



4 Let sinners learn to pray, 

Let saints keep near the throne ; 
Our help in times of deep distress 
Is found in God alone. 

Isaac Watts, W9- 

774. s. m. 

1 What cheering words are these, 

Their sweetness who can tell ? — 
In time and to eternal days, 
'Tis with the righteous well. 

2 Well when they see his face, 

Or sink amidst the flood ; 
Well in affliction's thorny maze, 
Or on the mount with God. 

3 J T is well when joys arise, 

'T is well when sorrows flow ; 
'T is well when darkness veils the skies, 
And strong temptations blow. 

4 'T is well when at his throne 

They wrestle, weep, and pray, 
'T is well when at his feet they groan, 
Yet bring their wants away. 

5 'T is well when they can sing 

As sinners bought with blood, 
And when they touch the mournful strin- 
And mourn an absent God. 

6 9 T is well when on the mount 

They feast on dying love, 
And 't is as well, in God's account, 
When they the furnace prove. 

John Kent, 1803. 

^7o. S. M 

1 Blest are the pure in heart, 

For they shall see their God : 
The secret of the Lord is theirs ; 
Their soul is Christ's abode. 
521 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, 



— ITS BLESSEDNESS 



2 The Lord, who left the heavens, 

Our life and peace to bring, 
To dwell in lowliness with men, 
Their pattern and their King; 

3 He to the lowly soul 

Doth still himself impart, 
And for his dwelling and his throne 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 

4 Lord, we thy presence seek ; 

May ours this blessing be ; 
Oh, give the pure and lowly heart, 
A temple meet for thee. 

John Keble, 1827, a. 

776. 

1 Children of the heavenly King, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 "We are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; 
You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
There your seat is now prepared, 
There your kingdom and reward. 

4 Lift your eyes, ye sons of light ; 
Zion's city is in sight ; 

There our endless home shall be, 
There our Lord we soon shall see. 

5 Lord, obediently we go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow thee ! 

John Cennkk, i?**- 

522 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ITS BLESSEDNESS. 



i • I • Psalm 15. 7s. 

1 Who, O Lord, when life is o'er, 
Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar ? 
Who, an ewer-welcome guest, 

In thy holy place shall rest ? 

2 He whose heart thy love has warmed ; 
He whose will, to thine conformed, 
Bids his life unsullied run ; 

He whose words and thoughts are one ; 

3 He who shuns the sinner's road, 
Loving those who love their God ; 
W T ho, with hope and faith unfeigned, 
Treads the path by thee ordained ; 

4 He who trusts in Christ alone, 
Not in aught himself hath done : 
He, great God, shall be thy care, 
And thy choicest blessings share. 

H. F. Lyte, 1834. 

778. 

1 Rest, my soul, the work is done, 
Done by God's almighty Son ; 
This to faith is now so clear, 
There 's no place for doubt or fear. 

2 Not through works of weary toil 
Comes the sunshine of God's smile ; 
One with Christ, and found in him, 
Brightly falls the glorious beam. 

3 Now, with faith in Jesus blest, 
We are entering into rest ; 
He, who full salvation brought, 
In us all our works hath wrought. 

4 Come, my soul, take up the cross, 
Count the gain, despise the loss ; 
Labor for and with the Lord 
Brings exceeding great reward. 

523 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, —ITS BLESSEDNESS. 



5 Free from every fear of wrath, 
Choose the laborer's happy path ; 
Tread the way which Christ hath trod, 
Till the Sabbath of thy God. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

779. 

1 Blessed are the sons of God ; 
They are bought with Jesus' blood; 
They are ransomed from the grave, 
Life eternal they shall have ; 

With them numbered may we be, 
Now and through eternity. 

2 God did love them in his Son 
Long before the world begun ; 
They the seal of this receive 
When on Jesus they believe : 

With them, &c. 

3 They are justified by grace, 
They enjoy a solid peace ; 

All their sins are washed away, 
They shall stand in God's great daj 
With them, &c. 

4 They are harmless, meek, and mild 
Holy, humble, undefiled ; 

They are lights upon the earth, 
Children of a heavenly birth. 
With them, &c. 

5 They have fellowship with God, 
Through the Mediator's blood ; 
One with God, through Jesus one, 
Glory is in them begun. 

With them, &c. 

6 They alone are truly blest — 

Heirs with God, joint heirs with Chris f 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, — ITS BLESSEDNESS. 



They with love and peace are filled ; 
They are by his Spirit sealed. 
With them, &c. 

Joseph Humphreys, l 743> a. 

rso. 

L As the sun's enlivening eye 

Shines on every place the same ; 
So the Lord is always nigh 

To the souls that love his name. 

2 When they move at duty's call, 

He is with them by the way ;' 
He is ever with them all, 

Those who go and those who stay. 

3 From his holy mercy-seat 

Nothing can their souls confine, 
Still in spirit they may meet. 
And in sweet communion join. 

4 For a season called to part, 

Let us then ourselves commend 
To the gracious eve and heart 
Of our ever-present Friend. 

5 Jesus, hear our humble prayer ; 

Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, 
Let thy mercy and thy care 
All our souls in safety keep. 

6 In thy strength may we be strong ; 

Sweeten every cross and pain ; 
Give us, if we live, e'er long, 
Here to meet in peace again. 

John Newton, *779 m 

781.. s . m. 

1 Come, we that love the Lord, 
And let our joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 
525 



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2 Let those refuse to siog 

That never knew our God ; 
But favorites of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

4 Then let our songs abound, 

And every tear be dry ; [ground 
"We're marching through Immanuers 
To fairer worlds oh high. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

782. 1 John iii. 1-3. S. &L 

1 Behold what wondrous grace 

The Father hath bestowed 
On sinners of a mortal race, 
To call them sons of God ! 

2 Nor doth it yet appear 

How great we must be made ; 
But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

3 A hope so much divine 

May trials well endure, 
May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
As Christ the Lord is pure. 

4 If in my Father's love 

I share a filial part, 
Send down thy Spirit like a dove 
To rest upon my heart. 

5 We would no longer lie 

Like slaves beneath the throne ; 
Our faith shall Abba, Father ! cry, 
And thou the kindred own. 

Isaac Watts, 1709* 

5-6 



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^80. S. M. 

1 To God, the only wise, 

Our Saviour and our King, 
Let all the saints below the skies 
Their humble praises bring. 

2 'T is his almighty love, 

His counsel and his care, 
Preserves us safe from sin and death, 
And every hurtful snare. 

3 He will present our souls, 

Unblemished and complete, 
Before the glory of his face, 
With joys divinely great. 

4 Then all the chosen seed 

Shall meet around the throne, 
Shall bless the conduct of his grace, 
And make his wonders known. 

5 To our Redeemer, God, 

Wisdom and power belong, 
Immortal crowns of majesty, 
And everlasting song. 

Isaac Watts> i7°9» 



THE CHURCH. 

784. Psalm 137. S. M. 

1 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 

The house of thine abode, 
The church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy church, God ; 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 
527 



TEE CEURCE. 



• For her my tears shall fall. 
For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

4 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways. 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

5 Jesus, thou Friend divine. 

Our Saviour and our King. 
Thy hand from every snare and foe 
Shall great deliverance bring. 

6 Sure as thy truth shall last, 

To Zion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 

Timothy D xcight, 1800. 
( 85. Psalm 48. S. 

1 Great is the Lord our God, 

And let his praise be great ; 
He makes his churches his abode, 
His most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of his grace. 

How beautiful they stand ! 
The honors of our native place, 
The bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Zion God is known 

A refuge in distress ; 
How bright has his salvation shone 
Through all her palaces ! 

4 Oft have our fathers told, 

Our eyes have often seen, 
How well our God secures the fold 
Where his own sheep have been. 



THE CHURCH. 



5 In every new distress 

We '11 to his house repair, 
We '11 think upon his wondrous grace, 
And seek deliverance there. 

Isaac Watts, *7i9- 

786. c m. 

1 Oh, where are kings and empires now, 

Of old that went and came ? 
But. Lord, thy church is praying yet, 
A thousand years the same. 

2 We mark her goodly battlements, 

And her foundations strong ; 
We hear within the solemn voice 
Of her unending song. 

3 For not like kingdoms of the world 

Thy holy church, O God ; [ning her, 
Though earthquake shocks are threat'- 
And tempests are abroad, 

-L Unshaken as eternal hills 
Immovable she stands, 
A mountain that shall fill the earth, 
A house not made with hands. 

A. C. Coxe, 1850. 

787. cm. 

1 How honorable is the place 

Where we adoring stand, 
Zion, the glory of the earth, 
And beauty of the land ! 

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend 

The city where we dwell, 
The walls, of strong salvation made, 
Defy the assaults of hell. 

3 Lift up the everlasting gates, 

The doors wide open fling, 
Enter, ye nations, that obey 
The statutes of our King. 
529 



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4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys, 

And live in perfect peace, 
You that have known Jehovah's name, 
And ventured on his grace. 

5 Trust in the Lord, forever trust, 

And banish all your fears ; 
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 
Eternal as his years. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

788. 

1 Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way 

That leads to Zion's hill, 
And thither set your steady face, 
With a determined will. 

2 Invite the strangers all around 

Your pious march to join ; 
And spread the sentiments you feel 
Of faith and love divine. 

3 Oh come, and to his temple haste, 

And seek his favor there ; 
Before his footstool humbly bow, 
And pour your fervent prayer. 

4 Oh come, and join your souls to God 

In everlasting bands ; 
Accept the blessings he bestows, 
With thankful hearts and hands. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 
( 89. Heb. xii. 18. C. M, 

1 Not to the terrors of the Lord, 

The tempest, fire, and smoke ; 
2sot to the thunder of that word 
Which God on Sinai spoke ; 

2 But we are come to Zion's hill, 

The city of our God. 
Where milder words declare his will, 
And spread his love abroad. 

530 



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3 Behold the innumerable host 

Of angels clothed in light ; 
Behold the spirits of the just, 
Whose faith is turned to sight ; 

4 Behold the blest assembly there, 

Whose names are writ in heaven ; 
And God the judge of all declares 
Their vilest sins forgiven. 

5 The saints on earth, and all the dead, 

But one communion make; 
All join in Christ their living head, 
And of his grace partake. 

6 In such society as this 

My weary soul would rest ; 
The man that dwells where Jesus is 
Must be forever blest. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9» 

790. Psalm 102. C. M. 

1 Lei Zion and her sons rejoice ; 

Behold the promised hour ; 
Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
And comes t' exalt his power. 

2 Her dust and ruins that remain 

Are precious in our eyes : 
Those ruins shall be built again, 
And all that dust shall rise. 

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, 

And stand in glory there ; 
Nations shall bow before his name, 
And kings attend with fear. 

4: He sits a sovereign on his throne, 
With pity in his eyes ; 
He hears the dying prisoners' groan, 
And sees their sighs arise. 
531 



THE CHURCH. 



5 He frees the souls condemned to death, 

Nor, when his saints complain, 
Shall it be said that praying breath 
Was ever spent in vain. 

6 This shall be known when we are dead, 

And left on long record, 
That nations yet unborn may read, 
And trust and praise the Lord. 

Isaac Watts, i7 J 9« 

791 . o. m. 

1 Church of the ever-living God, 

The Father's gracious choice, 
Amid the voices of this earth 
How feeble is thy voice. 

2 A little flock — so calls he thee 

Who bought thee with his blood ; 
A little flock, disowned of men, 
But owned and loved of God. 

3 Not many rich or noble called, 

Not many great or wise ; [priests 
They whom God makes his kings and 
Are poor in human eyes. 

4 But the chief Shepherd comes at length ; 

Their feeble days are o'er, 
No more a handful in the earth, 
A little flock no more. 

5 No more a lily among thorns, 

Weary and faint and few, 
But countless as the stars of heaven, 
Or as the early dew. 

6 Then entering the eternal halls, 

In robes of victory, 
That mighty multitude shall keep 
The joyous jubilee. 

Horatius Banar, 1857. 

532 



THE CHURCH. 



792. o.M. 

1 Daughter of Zion, from the dust 

Exalt thy fallen head ; 
Again in thy Redeemer trust, 
He calls thee from the dead. 

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, 

Thy beautiful array ; 
Thy day of freedom dawns at length, 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 

And send thy heralds forth ; 
Say to the south, " Give up thy charge, 
And keep not back, O north ! " 

4 They come, they come! thine exiled bands. 

Where'er they rest or roam, 
Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
And hasten to their home. 

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, 

And God his works destroy, 
With songs thy ransomed shall return, 
And everlasting joy. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

793. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 On the mountain's top appearing, 

Lo ! the sacred herald stands, 
Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
Zion long in hostile lands : 

Mourning captive, 
God himself shall loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? 

Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 

Cease thy mourning : 
Zion still is well beloved. 

533 



THE CHURCH. 



3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; 

He himself appears thy friend ; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
Here their boasts and triumphs end : 

Great deliverance 
Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 

4 Enemies no more shall trouble ; 

All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; 
For thy shame thou shalt have double, 
In thy Maker's favor blest : 

All thy conflicts 
End in everlasting rest. 

Thomas Kelly, 1804. 
^94. 8s, 7s & 4a. 

1 Zion stands with hills surrounded, 

Zion, kept by power divine ; 
All her foes shall be confounded, 
Though the world in arms combine ; 

Happy Zion, 
What a favored lot is thine ! 

2 Every human tie may perish ; 

Friend to friend unfaithful prove ; 
Mothers cease their own to cherish ; 
Heaven and earth at last remove ; 

But no changes 
Can attend Jehovah's love. 

3 If thy God should show displeasure, 

'T is to save, and not destroy : 
If he punish, 9 t is in measure ; 
'T is to rid thee of alloy. 

Be thou patient ; 
Soon thy grief shall turn to joy. 

Thomas Kelly, 1806. 

795. v H. M. 

1 Zion, tune fhy voice, 

And raise thy hands on high ; 
534 



THE CHURCH. 



Tell all the earth thy joys, 
And boast salvation nigh 
Cheerful in God, 
Arise and shine, 



While rays divine 
Stream all abroad. 



2 He gilds thy mourning face 

With beams that cannot fade ; 
His all-resplendent grace 
He pours around thy head ; 



The nations round 
Thy form shall view, 



With lustre new 
Divinely crowned. 



In honor to his name 

Reflect that sacred light ; 
And loud that grace proclaim, 

Which makes thy darkness bright. 



Pursue his praise, 
Till sovereign love 



In worlds above 
The glory raise. 



4 There on his holy hill 

A brighter Sun shall rise, 
And with his radiance fill 
Those fairer, purer skies ; 



In nobler spheres, 
His influence own. 



While round his throne 
Ten thousand stars, 

Philip Doddridge, ^755- 
i 96. H. M. 

1 Oxe sole baptismal sign, 

One Lord, below, above, 
One faith, one hope divine, 

Only one watchword, love : 
From different temples though it rise, 
One song ascendeth to the skies. 

2 Our sacrifice is one ; 

One Priest before the throne, 
The slain, the risen Son, 

Redeemer, Lord alone ; 
And sighs from contrite hearts that spring. 
Our chief, our choicest offering. 
535 



THE CHURCH. 



3 Head of thy church beneath, 

The catholic, the true, 
On all her members breathe, 

Her broken frame renew : 
Then shall thy perfect will be done, 
When Christians love and live as one. 

Robert Robinson, 1780. 
• Psalm 137. L. M. 

1 When we, our wearied limbs to rest, 

Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, 
We wept, with doleful thoughts oppressed, 
And Zion was our mournful theme. 

2 Our harps that, when with joy we sung, 

Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, 
With silent strings neglected hung 
On willow trees that withered there. 

3 How shall we tune our voice to sing, 

Or touch our harps with skilful hands ? 
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King, 
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ? 

4 Salem ! our once happy seat, 

When I of thee forgetful prove, 
Let then my trembling hand forget 
The speaking string with art to move. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 
i 98. L. M. 

1 Why, on the bending willows hung, 

O Israel, sleeps thy tuneful string? 
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, 
And Zion's song declines to sing ? 

2 Awake ! thy sweetest raptures raise ; 

Let harp and voice unite their strains ; 
Thy promised King his sceptre sways, 
And Jesus, thy Slessiah, reigns. 

536 



THE CHURCH. 



3 No taunting foes the song require ; 

No strangers mock thy captive chain 
But friends invite the silent lyre, 
And brethren ask the holy strain. 

4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, 

If other lands thy triumph share ; 
A heavenly city claims thy song, 
A brighter Salem rises there. 

5 By foreign streams no longer roam, 

Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's floods 
In every clime behold a home, 
In every temple see thy God. 

Anon. 

799. L. M. 

1 O Saviour, is thy promise fled ? 

Nor longer might thy grace endure 
To heal the sick, and raise the dead, 
And preach the gospel to the poor ? 

2 Come, Jesus, come ; return again ; 

With brighter beam thy servants bless, 
Who long to feel thy perfect reign, 
And share thy kingdom's happiness. 

3 A feeble race, by passion driven. 

In darkness and in doubt we roam, 
And lift our anxious eyes to heaven, 
Our hope, our harbor, and our home. 

4 Come, Jesus, come, and as of yore 

The prophet went to clear thy way, 
A harbinger thy feet before, 

A dawning to thy brighter day ; 

5 So now may grace, with heavenly shower, 

Our stony hearts for truth prepare ; 
Sow in our souls the seed of power, 
Then come, and reap thy harvest there. 

Reginald Heber, 182-. 

537 



THE CHURCH. 



800. 

1 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 
From dust, and darkness, and the dead ; 
Though humbled long, awake at length, 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on. 
And let thy various charms be known ; 
The world thy glories shall confess. 
Decked in the robes of righteousness. 

3 Xo more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God. from on high, thy groans will hear ; 
His hand thy ruins shall repair ; 
Reared and adorned by love divine. 
Thy towers and battlements shall shine. 

Philip Doddridge, 1775* 

801. 

1 Happy the church, thou sacred place, 
The seat of thy Creator's grace ; 
Thy holy courts are his abode. 
Thou earthly palace of our God. 

2 Thy walls are strength ; and at thy gates 
A guard of heavenly warriors waits : 
Xor shall thy deep foundation move. 
Fixed on his counsels and his love. 

3 Thy foes in vain designs engage ; 
Against thy throne in vain they rage, 
Like rising waves with angry roar, 
That dash and die upon the shore. 

4 God is our shield, and God our sun ; 
Swift as the fleeting moments ran, 
On us he sheds new beams of grace 
And we reflect his brightest praise. 

Isaac Waits, i7<*> 

538 



THE CHURCH. 



802. 

1 We are a garden walled around, 
Chosen and made peculiar ground ; 
A little spot enclosed by grace 
Out of the world's wide wilderness. 

2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand 
Planted by God the Father's hand ; 
And all his springs in Zion flow 

To make the young plantation grow, 

3 Awake. O heavenly wind, and come, 
Blow on this garden of perfume ; 
Spirit divine, descend and breathe 
A gracious gale on plants beneath. 

4 Make our best spices flow abroad 
To entertain our Saviour-God ; 
And faith, and love, and joy appear, 
And every grace be active here. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

803. 8s & 7a. 

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ; 
He whose word cannot be broken, 

Formed thee for his own abode : 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose ? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 

2 See, the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters. 

And all fear of want remove. 
Round each habitation hovering, 

See the cloud of fire appear 
For a glory and a covering, 

Showing that the Lord is near. 
539 



/ 



THE CHURCH. 



3 Saviour, if of Zion's city 

I, through grace, a member am, 
Let the world deride or pity, 

I will glory in thy name. 
Fading is the worldling's pleasure, 

All his boasted pomp and show ; 
Solid joys and lasting treasure 

£sone but Zion's children know, 

John Newton, i7T> 
804. 8s & 7* 

( Saviour, visit thy plantation ; 
, Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain : 
All will come to desolation, 

Unless thou return again. 
Keep no longer at a distance, 

Shine upon us from on high, 
Lest, for want of thine assistance, 

Every plant should droop and die. 

2 Let our mutual love be fervent ; 

Make us prevalent in prayer ; 
Let each one esteemed thy servant 

Shun the world's bewitching snare, 
Break the tempter's fatal power, 

Turn the stony heart to flesh, 
And begin from this good hour 

To revive thy work afresh. 

John Newton, *779- 

805. 

1 " Give us room, that we may dwell," 

Zion's children cry aloud ; 
See their numbers, how they swell ; 
How they gather like a cloud ! 

2 Oh, how bright the morning seems ! 

Brighter from so dark a night ; 
Zion is like one that dreams, 
Filled with wonder and delight. 

540 



THE CHURCH. 



3 Lo, thy sun goes clown no more ; 

God bimself will be thy light ; 
All that caused thee grief before 
Buried lies in endless night. 

4 Zion, now arise and shine ; 

Lo, thy light from heaven is come ; 
These that crowd from far are thine ; 
Give thy sons and daughters room. 

Anon. 

808. 

1 People of the living God, 

I have sought the world around, 
Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found. 

2 Now to you my spirit turns, 

Turns a fugitive unblest ; 
Brethren, where your altar burns, 
Oh receive me into rest. 

3 Lonely I no longer roam, 

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; 
Where you dwell shall be my home, 
Where you die shall be my grave ; 

4 Mine the God whom you adore, 

Your Redeemer shall be mine ; 
Earth can fill my soul no more, 
Every idol I resign. 

5 Tell me not of gain or loss, 

Ease, enjoyment, pomp and power ; 
Welcome poverty and cross, 

Shame, reproach, affliction's hour. 

6 " Follow me!" — I know thy voice ; 

Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see ; 
Now I take thy yoke by choice ; 
Light thy burden now to me. 

James Montgomery, 182c 

541 



THE CHURCH. 



807. 

1 Come, and let us sweetly join, 
Christ to praise in hymns divine ; 
Give we all, with one accord, 
Glory to our common Lord. 

2 We for Christ, our Master, stand, 
Lights in a benighted land ; 

We our dying Lord confess ; 
We are Jesus' witnesses. 

3 Jesus, we thy promise claim ; 
We are met in thy great name ; 
In the midst do thou appear ; 
Manifest thy presence here. 

4 Make us all in thee complete ; 
Make us all for glory meet ; 
Meet to' appear before thy sight, 
Partners with the saints in light. 

Charles Wesley, 1741. 

808. 

1 All praise to our redeeming Lord, 

Who joins us by his grace, 
And bids us, each to each restored, 
Together seek his face. 

2 He bids us build each other up ; 

And gathered into one, 
To our high calling's glorious hope, 
We hand in hand go on. 

3 Try us, O God, and search the ground 

Of every sinful heart ; 
Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
Oh bid it all depart. 

4 Help us to help each other, Lord, 

Each other's cross to bear ; 
Let each his friendly aid afford, 
And feel his brother's care. 

542 



THE CHURCH. 



5 Up into thee, our living Head, 

Let us in all things grow, 
Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
And spotless here below. 

6 Then when the mighty work is wrought, 

Receive thy ready bride ; 
Give us in heaven a happy lot 
With all the sanctified. 

Charles Wesley, 1750. 

SOD. 

1 Planted in Christ, the living vine, 

This day, with one accord, 
Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, 
We yield to thee, Lord. 

2 Joined in one body may we be ; 

One inward life partake ; 
One be our heart, one heavenly hope 
In every bosom wake. 

3 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, 

One wisdom be our guide ; 
Taught by one Spirit from above, 
In thee may we abide. 

4 Then, when among the saints in light 

Our joyful spirits shine, 
Shall anthems of immortal praise, 
O Lamb of God, be thine ! 

S. F. Smith, 1843. 
810. C. 

1 Witness, ye men and angels, now 

Before the Lord we speak ; 
To him we make our solemn vow, 
A vow we dare not break : — 

2 That, long as life itself shall last, 

Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
Nor from his cause will we depart. 
Or ever quit the field. 
543 



BAPTISM. 



3 We trust not in our native strength, 

But on his grace rely, 
That with returning wants the Lord 
Will all our need supply. 

4 Oh guide our doubtful feet aright, 

And keep us in thy ways ; 
And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
Turn thou our prayers to praise. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1818. 



BAPTISM. 

811. L.M. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine, 
On these baptismal waters shine, 

And teach our hearts, in highest strain, 
To praise the Lamb for sinners slain. 

2 We love thy name, we love thy laws, 
And joyfully embrace thy cause ; 

We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, 
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 

3 We plunge beneath thy mystic flood, 
Oh, plunge us in thy cleansing blood ; 
We die to sin, and seek a grave 
With thee, beneath the yielding wave. 

4 And as we rise, with thee to live, 
Oh, let the Holy Spirit give 
The sealing unction from above, 
The breath of life, the fire of love ! 

Adoniram Judson. 

812, L. M. 

1 Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave, 
And meekly sought a watery grave ; 
Come, see the sacred path he trod, 
A path well pleasing to our God. 

544 



BAPTISM. 



2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, 
And hither come to seek his face, 

To do his will, to feel his love, 

And join our songs with songs above. 

3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine ! 

Let endless glories round him shine ! 
High o'er the heavens forever reign, 
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! 

Adoairam Judson. 
813. L. M. 

1 In thine assembly here we stand, 
Obedient to thy great command ; 
The sacred flood is full in view, 

And thy sweet voice invites us through 

2 The word, the Spirit, and the bride, 
Must not invite and be denied ; 

Was not the Lord, who came to save, 
Interred in such a liquid grave ? 

3 Thus we, dear Saviour, own thy name ; 
Receive us rising from the stream ; 
Then to thy table let us come, 

And dwell in Zion as our home. 

Eippon's Selection, 1778. 
81-1. CM. 

1 Buried beneath the yielding wave, 

The great Redeemer lies ; 
Faith views him in the watery grave. 
And thence beholds him rise. 

2 Thus it becomes his saints, to-day, 

Their ardent zeal t' express, 
And, in the Lord's appointed way, 
Fulfil all righteousness. 

3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, 

And would his cause maintain. 
Like him be numbered with the dead, 
And with him rise and reign. 



BAPTISM. 



4 Now we, dear Jesus, would to thee 
Our grateful voices raise ; 
Washed in the fountain of thy blood, 
Our lives shall be thy praise. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 
g J ^ See Note on page 767. 

Congregation. 

1 All hail, ye blessed band, 

Shrink not to do his w 7 ill ; 
In deep humility, this work 
Of righteousness fulfil. 

2 Tread in the Saviour's steps, 

Invoke his Spirit free, 
And as he burst the gates of death, 
So may your rising be. 

L. H. Sigouraey, 1832. 
Choir. 

3 Saviour, thy law we love, 

Thy pure example bless, 
And with a firm, unwavering zeal, 
Would in thy footsteps press. 
Choir. 

4 We love thy holy word, 

Thy precepts we obey, 
Buried with Christ, our dying Lord, 
We seek to be, this day. 

L. H. Sigourney, 1832. 

Choir. 

5 Here we behold the grave 

Which held our buried Head ; 
We claim a burial in the wave 
Because with Jesus dead. 

Choir. 

6 Here, too, we see him rise, 

And live no more to die ; 
And one with him by sacred ties, 
We rise to live on his;h. 

C. H. Spurgeon t i860. 

546 



BAPTISM. 



Choir. 

7 Oh, what, if we are Christ's, 

Is earthly shame or loss ? 
Bright shall the crown of glory be, 
When we have borne the cross. 

H. W. Baker, 1852. 

Choir. 

8 Ashamed who now can be 

To own the Crucified ? 
Nay, rather be our glory this, 
To die with him who died. 

Congregation. 

9 Come, sinners, wash away 

Your sins of crimson dye ; 
Buried with him, your vilest sins 
Shall in oblivion lie. 



10 Rise and ascend with him, 
A heavenly life to lead, 
Who came to ransom guilty men 
From regions of the dead. 

Anon. 

816. 

1 Down to the sacred wave 
The Lord of life was led, 
And he who came our souls to save 
In Jordan bowed his head. 



2 He taught the solemn way ; 

He fixed the holy rite ; 
He bade his ransomed ones obey, 
And keep the path of light. 

3 Blest Saviour, we will tread 

In thy appointed way ; 
Let glory o'er these scenes be shed, 
And smile on us to-day. 

S. F. Smith, 1843. 

547 



BAPTISM, 



817. L M. 

1 " Save me, God ! " the Surety cried j 

u These waters reach my inmost soul 
In miry deeps my footsteps slide, 
Unfathomed billows o'er me roll." 

2 Ah, Lord, our sins upon thee laid 

Forbade deliverance in that hour ; 
The cup was drained, our debt is paid, 
And thou art raised to die no more. 

3 And here baptizing, Lord, we own 

For us thou bor'st the wrathful flood ; 
This water saves not ; thou alone 

Hast wrought salvation by thy blood. 

4 Buried with thee, beneath this wave, 

As one with thee in death we go ; 
And, rising from this watery grave, 
Our union in thy life we show. 

5 As dead with thee, oh may we die 

Daily to self, the world, and sin ; 
And, living now with thee on high, 
The heavenly life on earth begin. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

818. L. M. 

1 WnrLE we thy ways, blest Saviour, tread, 

We think w T hat thou for us hast done, 
Rejoice in thee, our glorious Mead, 
And sing the triumphs thou hast won. 

2 While through the w r atery grave we go, 

Thee to remembrance may it bring, 
Baptized for us in bitterest woe, [spring. 
Whence all our joys and blessings 

3 When rising, also, from the wave, 

Thy resurrection meets our eyes, 
We see how thou didst spoil the grave, 
And as our Head triumphant rise. 

548 



BAPTISM. 



I Here we with rapture see portrayed 
With thee, Lord, our union sure, 
Where grace its riches has displayed, 
Which shall for evermore endure. 

• Lord, may we ever live to prove 

Thy cleansing blood hath set us free, 
In willing services of love 

To consecrate our lives to thee. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

L. M. 

Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb, 
Who loved our race ere time began, 
Who veiled his Godhead in our clay, 
And in an humble manger lay. 

To Jordan's stream the Spirit led 
To mark the path the saints should tread \ 
With joy they trace the sacred way, 
To see the place where Jesus lay. 

Baptized by John in Jordan's wave, 
The Saviour left his watery grave ; [way, 
Heaven owned the deed, approved the 
And blessed the place where Jesus lay. 

Come, all who love his precious name, 
Come, tread his steps, and learn of him ; 
Happy beyond expression they 
Who find the place where Jesus lay. 

Thomas Baldwin, 1819. 

O thou who in Jordan didst bow thy meek head, 
And whelmed in our sorrow didst sink to the 
dead, 

Then rose from the darkness to glory above, 
And claimed for thy chosen the kingdom of love ; 

\ Thy foot-teps we follow, to bow in the tide, 
And are buried with thee in the death thou hast 
died, 

Then wake with thy likeness to walk in the way 
That brightens and brightens to shadowless day. 
549 



BAPTISM. 



3 Jesus, our Saviour, Jesus, our Lord, 

By the life of thy passion, the grace of thy word, 
Accept us, redeem us, dwell ever within, 
To keep, by thy Spirit, our spirits from sin ; 

4 Till, crowned with thy glory and waving the 

palm, [Lamb, 
Our garments all white from the blood of the 
We join the bright millions of saints gone before, 
And bless thee, and wonder, and praise ever- 
more. 

George W. Bethune, 1857. 
821 • 8, 7 & 4s. 

1 Hast thou said, exalted Jesus, 

" Take thy cross and follow me " ? 
Shall the word with terror seize us ? 
Shall we from the burden flee ? 

Lord, I '11 take it, 
And, rejoicing, follow thee. 

2 Sweet the sign that thus reminds me, 

Saviour, of thy love for me ; 
Sweeter still the love that binds me 
In its deathless bonds to thee : 

Oh what pleasure, 
Buried with my Lord to be ! 

3 Should it rend some fond connection, 

Should I suffer shame or loss, 
Yet the fragrant, blest reflection, 
I have been where Jesus was, 

Will revive me 
When I faint beneath the cross. 

4 Fellowship with him possessing, 

Let me die to all around, 
So I rise to enjoy the blessing, 
Kept for those in Jesus found, 

When the archangel 
Wakes the sleepers under ground. 

550 



BAPTISM. 



5 Then, baptized in love and glory, 

Lamb of God, thy praise I '11 sing ; 
Loudly, with the immortal story, 
All the harps of heaven shall ring : 

Saints and seraphs 
Sound it loud from every string. 

John E. Giles, 1844. 

822. 8s & 7s. 

1 Jesus, mighty King in Zion, 

Thou alone our Guide shalt be : 
Thy commission we rely on ; 

We would follow none but thee. 

2 As an emblem of thy passion, 

And thy victory o'er the grave, 
We, who know thy great salvation, 
Are baptized beneath the wave. 

3 Fearless of the world's despising, 

We the ancient path pursue, 
Buried with our Lord, and rising 
To a life divinely new. 

John Felloios, 1773. 

823. 8s & 7*- 

1 Lord, in humble, sweet submission, 

Here we meet to follow thee ; 
Trusting in thy great salvation, 
Which alone can make us free. 

2 Nought have we to claim as merit ; 

All the duties we can do 
Can no crown of life inherit : 
All the praise to thee is due. 

3 Yet we come in Christian duty, 

Down beneath the wave to go ; 
Oh the bliss ! the heavenly beauty J 
Christ the Lord was buried so. 

4 Come, ye children of the kingdom, 

Follow him beneath the wave ; 
551 



BAPTISM. 



Rise, and show his resurrection, 
And proclaim his power to save. 

i Welcome, all ye friends of Jesus, 
Welcome to his church below ; 
Venture wholly on the Saviour : 
Come and with his people go. 

Robert T. Daniel, 1832. 

824. 

1 Christ, who came my soul to save, 
Entered Jordan's yielding wave, 
Rose from out the crystal flood, 
Owned and sealed the Son of God, 
By the Father's voice of love, 

By the heaven-descending Dove ; 
Saviour, Pattern, Guide for me, 
I like him baptized would be. 

2 In the garden, o'er his soul 
Sorrow's whelming waves did roll ; 
Ah, on Calvary's cruel tree, 
Jesus bowed in death for me. 

I with him am crucified ; 
All my hope is, He hath died ; 
At his feet my place I take, 
Bear the cross for his dear sake. 

3 In the new-made tomb he lay, 
Taking all its dread away ; 

Burst he through its rock-bound door, 
Glorious now, and evermore. 
I with Christ would buried be 
In this rite required of me, 
Rising from the mystic flood, 
Living hence anew to God. 

S. D. Phelps, 1857. 

825. 

Children of the King of grace, 
As from earth to heaven ye go, 
552 



BAPTISM. 



Your Redeemer's footsteps trace, 
Follow* him in all ye do. 

2 His sweet presence you will find 

Shining on you as you go ; 
Cast your fears and cares behind, 

Trust him, he will bring you through. 

3 You are buried with the Lord ; 

In the Lord you rise again ; 
Now you live upon his word, 
Who, to ransom you, was slain. 

4 Hear the voice that speaks from heaven, 

" This is my appointed way ; " 
You, w 7 hose sins he has forgiven, 
Follow him without delay. 

5 Mighty Saviour, we obey 

Thy divine, commanding voice ; 
Thou hast taught our feet the way, 
In thy mandate we rejoice. 

6 On thy promise we rely, 

Hear us from thy lofty throne ; 
Shine upon us from on high, 
Bless and seal us as thy own. 

Joseph S wain, 1792. 

826. c. m. 

1 With Christ we share a mystic grave, 

With Christ we buried lie ; 
But 't is not in the darksome cave 
By mournful Calvary. 

2 The pure and bright baptismal flood 

Entombs our nature's stain ; 
New creatures from the cleansing wave 
With Christ we rise again. 

3 Thrice blest, if, through this world. of sin, 

And lust, and selfish care, 
Our resurrection-mantle white 
And undefiled we wear. 
553 



BAPTISM. 



4 Thrice blest, if, through the gate of death, 
Glorious at last and free, 
We to our joyful rising pass, 
risen Lord, with thee. 

John Mason Neale, 1851. 
82 I • 0. M. 

1 O Lord, while we confess the worth 

Of this the outward seal, 
Do thou the truths herein set forth 
To every heart reveal. 

2 Death to the world we here avow, 

Death to each fleshly lust ; 
Newness of life our calling now, 
A risen Lord our trust. 

i5 And we, Lord, who now partake 
Of resurrection life, 
With every sin, for thy dear sake, 
Would be at constant strife. 

4 Baptized into the Father's name, 

We 'd walk as sons of God ; 
Baptized in thine, we own thy claim 
As ransomed by thy blood. 

5 Baptized into the Holy Ghost, 

We 'd keep his temple pure, 
And make thy grace our only boast, 
And by thy strength endure. 

Mary Bowly, 1845, «. 

828. c. m. 

• 1 'T is the great Father we adore 
In this baptismal sign ; 
'T is he whose voice on Jordan's shore 
Proclaimed the Son divine. 

2 The Father hailed him ; let our breath 
In answering praise ascend, 
As in the image of his death 
We own our heavenly Friend. 

554 



BAPTISM, 



3 We seek the consecrated grave 
Along the path he trod : 
Receive us in the hallowed wave, 
Thou holy Son of God. 

i Blest Spirit, with intense desire 
Solicitous we bow ; 
Baptize us in renewing fire, 
And ratify the vow. 

5 Let earth and heaven our pledge record, 
And future witness bear, 
That we to Zion's mighty Lord 
Our full allegiance swear. 

Maria G. Saffery, 1828. 
829. L. M.6L. 

1 I am baptized into thy name, 

O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
Among thy seed a place I claim, 

Among thy consecrated host ; 
Buried with Christ, and dead to sin, 
Thy Spirit now shall live within. 

2 My loving Father, here dost thou 

Proclaim me as thy child, and heir ; 
My faithful Saviour bidd'st me now 

The fruit of all thy sorrows share ; 
Thou, Holy Ghost, wilt comfort me 
When darkest clouds around I see. 

3 Hence, Prince of darkness, hence, my foe ! 

Another Lord hath purchased me ; 
My conscience tells of sin, yet know, 

Baptized in Christ, I fear not thee : 
Away, vain world ; sin, leave me now ; 
I turn from you : God hears my vow. 

4 And never let me waver more, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; 
555 



BAPTISM. 



Till at thy will this life is o'er, 

Still keep me in thy faithful host, 
So unto thee I live and die, 
And praise thee evermore on high. 

Eambach, 17 20 \ tr. by C. Winkworth, rg^s. 
830. L. M. 

1 Do we not know that solemn word, 
That we are buried with the Lord ? 
Baptized into his death, and then 

' Put off the body of our sin ? 

2 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
Raised from corruption, guilt, and death ; 
So from the grave did Christ arise, 
And lives to God above the skies. 



S No more let sin or Satan reign 
Within our mortal flesh again ; 
The various lusts we served before 
Shall have dominion now no more. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 
83 1 . L. M. 

1 Buried in baptism with our Lord, 
We rise with him, to life restored ; 
Not the bare life in Adam lost, 
But richer far, for more it cost. 

2 Water can cleanse the flesh, we own, 
But Christ well knows, and Christ alone, 
How dear to him our cleansing stood, 
Baptized in fire, and bathed in blood. 

3 He by his blood atoned for sin, 

This precious blood can wash us clean ; 
And he arrays us in the dress 
Of his unspotted righteousness. 

Moravian Collection, 

556 



BAPTISM. 

832. 7s & 6s. 

1 Around thy grave, Lord Jesus, 

Thine empty grave, we stand, 
With hearts all full of praises, 

To keep thy blest command ; 
By faith our souls rejoicing 

To trace thy path of love, 
Through death's dark, angry billows, 

Up to the throne above. 

2 Lord Jesus, we remember 

The travail of thy soul, 
When, in thy love's deep pity, 

The waves did o'er thee roll. 
Baptized in death's cold waters, 

For us thy blood was shed ; 
For us the Lord of glory 

Was numbered with the dead. 

3 O Lord, thou now art risen, 

Thy travail all is o'er ; 
For sin thou once hast suffered, 

Thou liv'st to die no more ; 
Sin, death and hell are vanquished 

By thee, thy church's Head ; 
And lo ! we share thy triumph, 

Thou first-born from the dead ! 

4 Into thy death baptized, 

We own with thee we died ; 
With thee, our Life, are risen, 

And shall be glorified. 
From sin, the world, and Satan, 

We're ransomed by thy blood, 
And now would walk as strangers, 

Alive with thee, to God. 

James G. Deck, 184s. 

557 



BAPTISM. 



833. c. m. 

1 Come ye who bow to Sovereign grace, 

Record your Saviour's love ; 
Join in a song of grateful praise 
To him who rules above. 

2 Once in the gloomy grave he lay, 

But, by his rising power, 
He bore the gates of death away : 
Hail, mighty Conqueror ! 

3 Here we declare, in emblem plain, 

Our burial in his grave ; 
And since in him we rose again, 
We rise from out the wave. 

James Upton, 1814. 
834:. 0. M 

1 Hearken, ye children of your God ; 

Ye heirs of glory, hear ; 
For accents so divine as these 
Might charm the dullest ear. 

2 Baptized into your Saviour's death, 

Your souls to sin must die ; 
With Christ your Lord ye live anew, 
With Christ ascend on high. 

3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise 

On wings of faith and love ; 
Above, your choicest treasure lies, 
And be your hearts above. 

4 But earth and sin will drag us down, 

When we attempt to fly ; 
Lord, send thy strong attractive power 
To raise and fix us high. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

83o. c. m. 

1 Lord, we see thy work set forth 
In this thine own command, 

558 



BAPTISM. 



And here confess the wondrous worth 
Of all God's love hath planned. 

2 Here we recall, O blessed Lord, 

Thy agonizing death, 
When o'er thy holy soul were poured 
The floods of righteous wrath. 

3 In thee we died, — our Surety thou, — 

No judgment need we fear ; 
The burial of our sins we now 
With joy remember here. 

4 Xor that alone, for we were raised 

In thee, the risen Lord ; 
And in this act thy work is praised, 
And thou thyself adored. 

5 As one with thee, oh ! may we know 

The old things passed away ; 
Live the new life, and here below 
The heavenly mind display. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 
b36« C. M. 

1 Let plenteous grace descend on those 

Who, hoping in thy word, 
This day have solemnly declared 
That Jesus is their Lord. 

2 With cheerful feet may they advance, 

And run the christian race, 
And, through the troubles of the way, 
Find all-sufficient grace. 

James Newton, i8oo> 



559 



TEE LORD'S SUPPER. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER 

837. 

1 Around thy table, holy Lord, 

In fellowship we meet ; 
Obedient to thy blest command, 
This feast of love to eat. 

2 By faith we take the bread of life, 

With which our souls are fed ; 
And cup, in token of thy blood 
That was for sinners shed. 

3 Under thy banner thus w r e sing 

The wonders of thy love, 
"While we anticipate by faith, 
The heavenly feast above. 

Thomas Cotterill, 18x9. a. 
838. 0. M. 

1 God, unseen, yet ever near, 

Thy presence may we feel ; 
And thus, inspired with holy fear, 
Before thine altar kneel. 

2 Here may thy faithful people know 

The blessings of thy love ; 
The streams that through the desert flow, 
The manna from above. 

S We come, obedient to thy word, 
To feast on heavenly food ; 
Oar meat, the body of the Lord ; 
Our drink, his precious blood. 
560 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



4 Thus may we all thy words obey, 
For we, God, are thine, 
And go rejoicing on our way, 
Renewed with strength divine ! 

Edmund Osier, 1835. 

839. 0. & 

1 According to thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 
I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 

My bread from heaven shall be ; 
Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget ? 

Or there thy conflict see, 
Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
And not remember thee ? 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 

And rest on Calvary, 
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, 
I must remember thee : 

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me ; 
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember thee. 

(] And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and memory flee, 
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

840. 0. m. 

1 " The promise of my Father's love 
Shall stand forever good : 99 
He said, and gave his soul to death, 
And sealed the grace with blood. 
561 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



2 To this dear covenant of thy word 

I set my worthless name ; 
I seal the engagement to my Lord, 
And make my humble claim. 

3 I call that legacy my own, 

Which Jesus did bequeath ; 
'T was purchased with a dying groan* 
And ratified in death. 

4 Sweet is the memory of his name 

Who blest us in his will, 
And to the test'ment of his love 
Made his own life the seal. 

Isaac Watts, 17°9» 

841. ' a* 

1 If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender thoughts within us burn 
To feel a friend is nigh ; 

2 Oh, shall not warmer accents tell 

The gratitude we owe 
To him who died our fears to quell, 
Our more than orphan's woe ? 

3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed 

Those pangs he would not flee, 
What love his latest words displayed ! - 
" Meet and remember me." 

4 Remember thee, thy death, thy shame, 

Our sinful hearts to share ! 
O memory ! leave no other name 
But his recorded there. 

Gerard T. Noel, 1813. 

842. CM. 

1 How sweet and awful is the place, 
With Christ within the doors ; 
While everlasting love displays 
The choicest of her stores ! 

562 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



2 While all our hearts and all our songs 

Join to admire the feast, 
Each of us cries, with thankful tongue, 
" Lord, why was I a guest ? 

3 " Why was I made to hear thy voice, 

And enter while there 's room, 
When thousands make a wretched choice, 
And rather starve than come ? " 

4 'T was the same love that spread the feast, 

That sweetly drew us in ; 
Else we had still refused to taste, 
And perished in our sin. 

5 Pity the nations, O our God ! 

Constrain the earth to come ; 
Send thy victorious word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home. 

6 We long to see thy churches full, 

That all the chosen race 
May, with one voice and heart and soul, 
Sing thy redeeming grace. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

843, l. M . 

1 'T was on that dark, that doleful night, 

When powers of earth and hell arose 
Against the Son of God's delight, 

And friends betrayed him to his foes ; 

2 Before the mournful scene began, 

He took the bread, and blessed, and 
brake ; 

What love through all his actions ran ! 
What wondrous words of grace he 
spake ! 

3 " This is my body, broke for sin ; 

Receive and eat the living food ; " 
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine ; 
" 'Tis the new covenant in my blood" 

563 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



4 " Do this," he cried, " till time shall end, 

In memory of your dying Friend ; 
Meet at my table, and record 

The love of your departed Lord." 

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate ; 

We show thy death, we sing thy name. 
Till thou return, and we shall eat 
The marriage supper of the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

844. 

1 At thy command, our dearest Lord, 

Here we attend thy dying feast ; 
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, 
And thine own flesh feeds every guest 

2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, 

And trusts for life in one that died ; 
We hope for heavenly crowns above 
From a Redeemer crucified. 

3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, 

And fling their scandals on thy cause ; 
We come to boast our Saviour's name, 
And make our triumphs in his cross. 

4 With joy we tell the scoffing age, 

He that was dead has left his tomb ; 
He lives above their utmost rage, 
And we are waiting till he come. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

845. l. m. 

1 Amidst us our Beloved stands, 
And bids us view his pierced hands ; 
Points to the wounded feet and side, 
Blest emblems of the Crucified. 

2 What food luxurious loads the board, 
When at his table sits the Lord ! 

The wine how rich, the bread how sweet, 
When Jesus deigns the guests to meet ! 

564 



TRE LORD'S SUPPER. 



3 If now, with eyes defiled and dim, 
We see the signs but see not him, 
Oh may his love the scales displace, 
And bid us see him face to face ! 

4 Our former transports we recount, 
When with him in the holy mount ; 
These cause our souls to thirst anew, 
His marred but lovely face to view. 

5 Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts, 
Thy present smile a heaven imparts : 
Oh lift the veil, if veil there be, 

Let every saint thy beauties see ! 

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866. 

846. L . m. 

1 My God, and is thy table spread ? 

And does thy cup with love o'erflow ? 
Thither be all thy children led, 

And let them all its sweetness know. 

2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes ! 

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ; 
Thrice happy he who here partakes 
That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 

3 Why are its dainties all in vain 

Before unwilling hearts displayed ? 
Was not for you the victim slain ? 
Are you forbid the children's bread ? 

4 Oh let thy table honored be, 

And furnished well with joyful guests ; 
And may each soul salvation see, 
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 

5 Let crowds approach, with hearts pre- 

pared ; 

With hearts inflamed let all attend ; 
Nor, when we leave our Father's board, 
The pleasure or the profit end. 

565 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

6 Revive thy dying churches, Lord, 
And bid our drooping graces live, 
And more that energy afford 
A Saviour's love alone can give. 

Philip Doddridge, 1 775' 

847. l. m. 

1 Jesus, thou everlasting King, 
Accept the tribute which we bring, 
Accept the well-deserved renown, 
And wear our praises as thy crown. 

2 Let every act of worship be 
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee ; 
Like the dear hour when from above 
We first received thy pledge of love. 

3 The gladness of that happy day, 

Our hearts would wish it long to stay ; 
Nor let our faith forsake its hold, 
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 

4 Oh let each minute, as it flies, 
Increase thy praise, improve our joys ; 
Till we are raised to sing thy name 
At the great supper of the Lamb. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

848. l. m. 

1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be 
Let my religious hours alone ; [gone ; 
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see, 

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
And kindles with a pure desire : 
Come, my dear Jesus, from above, 
And feed my soul with heavenly love. 

3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare ! 
How sweet thy entertainments are ! 
Never did angels taste above 
Redeeming grace and dying love. 

566 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



i Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! 
In thee thy Father's glories shine ; 
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one 
That eyes have seen or angels known. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

849. 7s & 6s. 

1 O bread to pilgrims given, 

food that angels eat, 
manna sent from heaven, 

For heaven-born natures meet ! 
Give us, for thee long pining, 

To eat till richly filled ; 
Till, earth's delights resigning, 

Our every wish is stilled. 

2 water, life-bestowing, 

From out the Saviour's heart, 
A fountain purely flowing, 

A fount of love thou art ! 
Oh let us, freely tasting, 

Our burning thirst assuage ; 
Thy sweetness, never wasting, 

Avails from age to age. 

3 Jesus, this feast receiving, 

We thee unseen adore ; 
Thy faithful word believing, 

We take, and doubt no more. 
Give us, thou true and loving, 

On earth to live*in thee; 
Then, death the veil removing, 

Thy glorious face to see ! 

Thomas Aquinas, 1260; tr. by Ray Palmer,i$sl 
8o0. 7s&6s. 

1 La<\ib of God, whose bleeding love 
We now recall to mind, 
Send the answer from above, 
And let us mercy find ; 
567 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

Think on us, who think on thee, 
Every burdened soul release ; 

Oh remember Calvary, 
And bid us go in peace ! 

2 By thine agonizing pain 

And bloody sweat, we pray ; 
By thy dying love to man, 

Take all our sins away : 
Burst our bonds and set us free, 

From iniquity release ; 
Oh remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

3 Let thy blood, by faith applied, 

The sinner's pardon seal ; 
Speak us freely justified, 

And all our sickness heal ; 
By thy passion on the tree, 

Let our griefs and troubles cease 
Oh remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

Charles Wesley, ^7 AS' 

851. 

1 Sweet feast of love divine ! 

'T is grace that makes us free 
To feed upon this bread and wine, 
In memory, Lord, of thee. 

2 Here every welcome guest 

Waits, Lord, from thee to learn 
The secrets of thy Father's breast, 
And all thy grace discern. 

3 Here conscience ends its strife, 

And faith delights to prove 
The sweetness of the bread of life, 
The fulness of thy love. 

4 That blood that flowed for sin 

In symbol here we see, 
568 



TEE LORD'S SUPPER. 



And feel the blessed pledge within, 
That we are loved of thee. 

5 Oh, if this glimpse of love 

Is so divinely sweet, 
What will it be, O Lord, above, 
Thy gladd'ning smile to meet ! 

6 To see thee face to face, 

Thy perfect likeness wear, 
And all thy ways of wondrous grace 
Through endless years declare ! 

Sir Edward Denny, 1839. 

852. s . » 

1 With Jesus in the midst, 

We gather round the board ; 
Though many, we are one in Christ, 
One body in the Lord. 

2 Our sins were laid on him, 

When bruised on Calvary ; 
With Christ we died and rose again, 
And sit with him on high. 

3 Faith eats the bread of life, 

And drinks the living wine ; 
Thus we, in love together knit, 
On Jesus' breast recline. 

4 Soon shall the night be gone, 

The Morning Star appear, 
Soon shall the day of glory dawn 
Our longing hearts to cheer. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

853. B . ; i 

1 We bless our Saviour's name, 
Our sins are all forgiven ; 
To suffer once, to earth he came, 
See now he 's crowned in heaven. 

569 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



2 His precious blood was shed, 

His body bruised for sin ; 
Rememb'ring this, we break the bread, 
And. thankful, drink the wine. 

3 While we remember thee, 

Lord, in the midst appear ; 
Let each by faith thy body see, 
While we assemble here. 

4 We never would forget 

Thy rich, thy precious love, 
Our theme of joy and wonder here, 
Our endless song above. 

Bristol Hymns t 1870. 
854:. 9s k 85. 

1 Bread of the world in mercy broken, 

Wine of the soul in mercy shed. 
By whom the words of life were spoken, 
And in whose death our sins are dead ; 

2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, 

Look on the tears by sinners shed, 
And be thy feast to us the token 
That by thy grace our souls are fed. 

Reginald Heber, 1S20. 

855. 9 3 & 8s. 

1 Body of Jesus, oh sweet food ! 
Blood of my Saviour, precious blood ! 
On these thy gifts. Eternal Priest. 
Grant thou my soul in faith to feast. 

2 Weary and faint, I thirst and pine 
For thee my bread, for thee my wine, 
Till strengthened, as Elijah trod, 

I journey to the mount of God. 

3 Then clad in white, with crown and palm. 
At the great supper of the Lamb. 

Be mine with all thy saints to rest. 
Like him that leaned upon thy breast. 
570 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



4 Saviour, till then I fain would know 
That feast above by this below, 
This bread of life, this wondrous food, 
Thy body and thy precious blood. 

A. C. Coxe, 1858. 

(S56. ik 

1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing 
Praise to our victorious King, 
Who hath washed us in that tide 
Flowing from his pierced side. 

2 Praise we him whose love divine 
Gives his sacred blood for wine, 
Gives his body for the feast, 
Christ the victim, Christ the Priest. 

8 Where the paschal blood is poured 
Death's dark angel sheathes his sword ; 
Israel's hosts triumphant go 
Through the wave that drowns the foe. 

4 Praise we Christ whose blood was shed, 
Paschal victim, paschal bread ; 

With sincerity and love, 
Eat we manna from above. 

5 Mighty victim from the sky, 

Hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie ; 
Thou hast conquered in the fight, 
Thou hast brought us life and light. 

6 Now no more can death appall, 
Now no more the grave enthral; 
Thou hast opened paradise, 
And in thee thy saints shall rise. 

Tr.from the Latin by Robert Campbell, 1850. 

857. 7s. 

1 " Till he come ! " oh, let the words 
Linger on the trembling chords ; 
Let the little while between 
In their golden light be seen ; 
571 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



Let us think how heaven and home 
Lie beyond that " till he come." 

2 Clouds and conflicts round us press ; 
Would we have one sorrow less? 
All the sharpness of the cross, 
All that tells the world is loss, 
Death, and darkness, and the tomb, 
Only whisper " till he come." 

When the weary ones we love 
Enter on their rest above, 
Seems the earth so poor and vast, 
All our life-joy overcast ? 

Hush ! be every murmur dumb ; 
It is only " till he come." 

4 See the feast of love is spread ; 

Drink the wine and break the bread, 
Sweet memorials, till the Lord 
Call us round the heavenly board ; 
Some from earth, from glory some, 
Severed only k< till he come." 

Edward Henry Bickcrsteth, 1866. 
• John vi. 56. 7s. 

1 Father, while we break this bread, 

And our Lord remember thus, 
Make us one with him our Head, 
Thou in him and he in us. 

2 While to lips with praise that glow 

This communion cup we press, 
Holy Father, make us grow 
More like him we thus confess. 

3 Reconciled in Christ thy Son, 

In whose name on thee we call ; 
Make us perfect, all in one, 
We in him and thou in all. 

John Pierpont. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



859. 

1 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 
For thy flesh is meat indeed ; 
Ever let our souls be fed 

With this true and living bread. 

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies 
This blest cup of sacrifice ; 

Lord, thy wounds our healing give, 
To thy cross we look and live. 

3 Day by day, with strength supplied 
Through the life of him who died, 
Lord of life, oh let us be 
Rooted, grafted, built in thee. 

Josiah Condei', 1824. 

860. ios. 

1 And now we rise ; the symbols disappear ; 

The feast, though not the love, is past 
and gone ; [art here, 

The bread and wine remove ; but thou 

Nearer than ever ; still my shield and 
sun. 

2 Feast after feast thus comes and passes by, 

And passing points to the glad feast 
above, 

Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, 
The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss 
and love. 

Horatius Bonar, 1856. 



573 



THE MINISTRY. 



THE MINISTRY. 



QUI. Isaiah liii. 7-10. S. M. 

1 How beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Zion's hill, 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
And words of peace reveal ! 

2 How charming is their voice ! 

How sweet the tidings are ! 
" Zion, behold th y Saviour King ; 
He reigns and triumphs here." 

3 How happy are our ears, 

That hear this joyful sound, 
Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found ! 

4 How blessed are our eyes, 

That see this heavenly light ! 
Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice, 

And tuneful notes employ ; 
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
And deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 

Through all the earth abroad ; 
Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God ! 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

574 



THE MINISTRY. 



862. C. M. 

1 Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 

And take the alarm they give ; 
Now let them, from the mouth of God, 
Their awful charge receive. 

2 'T is not a cause of small import 

The pastor's care demands, 
But what might fill an angel's heart, 
And filled a Saviour's hands. 

3 They watch for souls for which the Lord 

Did heavenly bliss forego ; 
For souls which must forever live 
In raptures or in woe. 

4 May they that Jesus whom they preach, 

Their own Redeemer see ; 
And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for thee. 

Philip Doddridge, x 73 6 ' 

863. cm. 

1 Lord, thou hasttaught our hearts to glow 

With love's undying flame ; 
But more of thee we long to know, 
And more would love thy name. 

2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand 

Against hell's marshalled powers, 
And heart to heart, and hand to hand, 
To make thine honor ours. 

3 With thine own pity, Saviour, see 

The thronged and darkening way ! 
We go to win the lost to thee, 
Oh help us, Lord, we pray! 

4 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak, 

Of thy sweet love to tell, 
Till they who wander far shall seek 
And find and serve thee well. 

Ray Palmer, 

575. 



THE MINISTRY. 



864. L. M. 

1 Father of mercies, in thy house 
Smile on our homage and our vows, 
While with a grateful heart we share 
These pledges of our Saviour's care. 

2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose 
In splendid triumph o'er his foes, 
Scattered his gifts on men below, 
And wide his royal bounties flow. 

3 Hence sprung the Apostles' honored name, 
Sacred beyond heroic fame ; 

In lowlier forms to bless our eyes, 
Pastors from hence, and teachers rise. 

4 So shall the bright succession run 
Through the last courses of the sun ; 
While unborn churches by their care 
Shall rise and flourish large and fair. 

5 Jesus our Lord, their hearts shall know, 
The spring whence all these blessings 
Pastors and people shout his praise [flow; 
Through the long round of endless days. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755* 

865. L . m. 

1 Great Lord of angels, we adore 

The grace that builds thy courts below, 
And through ten thousand sons of light 
Stoops to regard what mortals do. 

2 Amidst the wastes of time and death 

Successive pastors thou dost raise, 
Thy charge to keep, thy house to guide, 
And form a people for thy praise. 

3 The heavenly natives with delight 

Hover around the sacred place, 
Nor scorn to learn from mortal tongues 
The wonders of redeeming grace. 
576 



THE MINISTRY. 



4 At length dismissed from feeble clay 

Thy servants join the angelic band, 
With them through distant worlds they fly, 
With them before thy presence stand. 

5 Yet while these labors we pursue, 

Thus distant from thy heavenly throne, 
Give us a zeal and love like theirs, 
And half their heaven shall here be 
known. 

Philip Doddridge, 1 75S« 

866. l. m. 

1 We bid thee welcome in the name 

Of Jesus, our exalted Head ; 
Come as a servant : so he came. 
And we receive thee in his stead. 

2 Come as a shepherd ; guard and keep 

This fold from hell, and earth, and sin ; 
Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, 
The wounded heal, the lost bring in. 

3 Come as a teacher, sent from God, 

Charged his whole counsel to declare ; 
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod, 
While we uphold thy hands with prayer. 

4 Come as a messenger of peace, 

Filled with the Spirit, fired with love ! 
Live to behold our large increase, 
And die to meet us all above. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 
8() 7. L. M. 

1 With heavenly power, Lord, defend 
Him whom we now to thee commend ; 
Thy faithful messenger secure, 

And make him to the end endure. 

2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace • 
Direct his feet in paths of peace ; 

577 



THE MINISTRY. 



Thy truth and faithfulness fulfil, 
And arm him to obey thy will. 

3 Before him thy protection send, 
Oh love him, save him to the end ; 
Nor let him as a pilgrim rove 
Without the convoy of thy love. 

4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill his heart ; 
In him thy mighty power exert ; 
That thousands yet unborn may. praise 
The wonders of redeeming grace. 

Rowland Hill, l 774- 

868. L . m, 

1 Father of mercies, bow thy ear, 
Attentive to our earnest prayer ; 

We plead for those who plead for thee, 
Successful pleaders may they be ! 

2 How great their work, how vast their 

charge i 

Do thou their anxious souls enlarge ; 
Their best acquirements are our gain, 
We share the blessings they obtain. 

V> Clothe, then, with energy divine, 

Their words, and let those words be thine ; 
To them thy sacred truth reveal, 
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 

4 Teach them to sow the precious seed ; 
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ; 
Teach them immortal souls to gain — 
Souls that will well reward their pain. 

5 Let thronging multitudes around 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound, 
In humble strains thy grace implore, 
And feel thy new-creating power. 

Benjamin Beddome, 1787. 

578 



THE SANCTUARY. 



869, L. M. 

1 Pour out thy Spirit from on high ; 

Lord, thine assembled servants bless ; 
Graces and gifts to each supply, [ness. 
And clothe thy priests with righteous- 

2 Within thy temple when we stand 

To teach the truth, as taught by thee, 
Saviour, like stars in thy right hand 
The angels of the churches be ! 

3 Wisdom, aud zeal, and faith impart, 

Firmness, with meekness from above, 
To bear thy people on our heart, [love ; 
And love the souls whom thou dost 

4 To watch, and pray, and never faint, 

By day and night strict guard to keep, 
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint. 
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep ; 

o Then, when our work is finished here, 
In humble hope our charge resign ! 
When the Chief Shepherd shall appear, 
God ! may they and we be thine ! 

James Montgomery, 1825. 



THE SANCTUARY. 

870. l. m. 

1 O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills 
The bounds of the eternal hills. 

And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, 
To dwell in temples made with hands ; 

2 Grant that all we who here to-day 
Rejoicing this foundation lay, 
May be in very deed thine own, 
Built on the precious Corner-stone. 

579 



THE SANCTUARY. 



3 Endue the creatures with thy grace 
That shall adorn thy dwelling-place ; 
The beauty of the oak and pine, 

The gold and silver, make them thine. 

4 To thee they all pertain ; to thee 
The treasures of the earth and sea ; 
And when we bring them to thy throne 
We but present thee with thine own. 

5 The heads that guide endue with skill ; 
The hands that work preserve from ill ; 
That we, who these foundations lay, 
May raise the topstone in its day. 

6 Both now and ever, Lord, protect 
The temple of thine own elect ; 
Be thou in them, and they in thee, 
Oh ever-blessed Trinity ! 

John Mason Neale, 1851. 
871. L. M. 

1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat ; 
Where'er they seek thee thou art found, 
And every place is hallowed ground. 

2 For thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind ; 

Such ever bring thee where they come, 
And going, take thee to their home. 

3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer 
To strengthen faith and sweeten care ; 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 

And bring all heaven before our eyes. 

580 



T HE SANCTUARY. 



5 Behold, at thy commanding word 
We stretch the curtain and the cord ; 
Come thou, and fill this wider space, 
And bless us with a large increase. 

6 Lord, we are few, but thou art near ; 
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear ; 
Oh rend the heavens, come quickly down, 
And make a thousand hearts thine own. 

William Cowper, 1779. 
8 • 2 • L. M.6L. 

1 Enthroned in light, eternal God, 
The highest heaven is thy abode ; 
Yet thou with us wilt deign to dwell; 
Thou lov'st the gates of Zion well ; 
On Salem's peaceful hill we raise 
A sacred temple to thy praise. 



2 Here let the pilgrim find the road 
That leads the wandering soul to God; 
Here sorrow lift her tearful eye, 
Allured to brighter scenes on high ; 
The weary spirit find repose. 
And at the cross forget her woes. 



3 Our God, our fathers' God, we raise 
This sacred temple to thy praise ; 
Here, safe beneath thy sheltering wing, 
Shall contrite souls their offerings bring, 
Till called to soar and join the song 
Which swells amid the heavenly throng. 

Thomas Haweis, 1792. 
8 ( O . L. M. 

1 And will the great, eternal God 
On earth establish his abode ? 
And will he, from his radiant throne, 
Avow our temples for his own ? 
581 



THE SANCTUARY. 

2 We bring the tribute of our praise, 
And sing that condescending grace 
Which to our notes will lend an ear, 
And call us, sinful mortals, near. 

3 These walls we to thy honor raise ; 
Long may they echo with thy praise, 
And thou, descending, fill the place 
With choicest tokens of thy grace. 

4 Here let the great Redeemer reign, 
With all the graces of his train ; 
While power divine his words attends, 
To conquer foes and cheer his friends. 

5 And in the great, decisive day, 
When God the nations shall survey, 
May it before the world appear 
That crowds were born to glory here. 

Philip Doddridge* *755- 

874. c. m. 

1 Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear, 

Thy presence now display ; 
As thou hast given a place for prayer, 
So give us hearts to pray. 

2 Within these w 7 alls let holy peace, 

And love, and concord, dwell ; 
Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
The wounded spirit heal. 

3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 

The humbled mind bestow ; 
And shine upon us from on high, 
To make our graces grow. 

4 May we in faith receive thy word, 

In faith present our prayers, 
And in the presence of our Lord 
Unbosom all our cares. 

582 



THE SANCTUARY. 



5 And may the gospel's joyful sound, 

Enforced by mighty grace, 
Awaken many sinners round, 
To come and fill the place. 

John Newton, *779- 

8^5. c. m. 

1 Spirit divine, attend our prayers, 

And make this house thy home ; 
Descend with all thy gracious powers ; 
Oh, come, great Spirit, come. 

2 Come as the light : to us reveal 

Our sinfulness and woe, 
And lead us in those paths of life, 
Where all the righteous go. 

3 Come as the dew and sweetly bless 

This consecrated hour ; 
May barrenness rejoice to own 
Thy fertilizing power. 

4 Come, as the wind, with rushing sound, 

And pentecostal grace, 
That all of woman born may see 
The glory of thy face. 

5 Spirit divine, attend our prayers, 

Make a lost world thy home ; 
Descend with all thy gracious powers, 
Oh, come, great Spirit, come. 

Andrew Reed, 1841. 

876. Psalm 132. C. M. 

1 Arise ! King of grace, arise ! 

And enter to thy rest ; 
Lo ! thy church waits with longing eyea 
Thus to be owned and blest ! 

2 Enter with all thy glorious train, 

Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
583 



THE SANCTUARY. 



All that the ark did once contain 
Could no such grace afford. 

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; 
Here let thy praise be spread ; 
Bless the provisions of thy house, 
And fill thy poor with bread. 



4 Here let the Son of David reign ; 

Let God's Anointed shine : 
Justice and truth his court maintain, 
With love and power divine. 

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, 

And as his kingdom grows, 
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, 
And shame confound his foes. 

Isaac Watts, i? 1 ^ 

877. h. m. 

1 Christ is our Corner-stone ; 
On him alone we build ; 
With his true saints alone 

The courts of heaven are filled : 



On his great love 
Our hopes we place, 



Of present grace 
And joys above. 



2 Oh, then, with hymns of praise 

These hallowed courts shall ring ! 
Our voices we will raise, 
The Three in One to sing ; 

And thus proclaim 

In joyful song, 



Both loud and long, 
That glorious Name. 



3 Here, gracious God, do thou 
Forevermore draw nigh ; 
Accept each faithful vow, 

And mark each suppliant sigh : 



In copious shower, 
On all who pray, 
584 



Each holy day, 
Thy blessings pour. 



CHILDREN. 



i Here may we gain from heaven 
The grace which we implore, 
And may that grace, once given, 
Be with us evermore, — 



Until that day 
When all the blest 



To endless rest 
Are called away. 



Tr. from the Latin by John Chandler, 1837. 
878. H.M. 

1 Great King of glory, come, 4 

And with thy favor crown 
This temple as tlrf dome, 

This people as thy own ; 
Beneath this roof, I How God can dwell 
Oh deign to show | With men below ! 

2 Here may thine ears attend 

Our interceding cries, 
And grateful praise ascend, 
All fragrant, to the skies. 



Here may the word 
Melodious sound, 



And spread celestial 
Joys around ! 



3 Here may our unborn sons 

And daughters sound thy praise, 
And shine, like polished stones, 
Through long succeeding days ; 
Here, Lord, display I While temples stand, 
Thy saving power, | And men adore. 

Benjamin Francis, 1774- 



CHILDREN. 

879. Psalm 78. C. M. 

1 Let children hear the mighty deeds 
Which God performed of old, 
Which in our younger years we saw, 
And which our fathers told. 

585 



CHILDREN. 



2 He bids us make his glories known, 

His works of power and grace ; 
And we '11 convey his wonders down 
Through every rising race. 

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, 

And they again to theirs, 
That generations yet unborn 
May teach them to their heirs. 

4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone 

Their hope sec\irely stands, 
That they may ne'er forget his works, 
But practise his commands. 

Isaac Watts, i7 J 9* 

880. C. M. 

1 See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand, 

With all-engaging charms ; 
Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs, 
And folds them in his arms ! 

2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 

" Nor scorn their humble name ; 
For 't was to bless such souls as these 
The Lord of angels came." 

8 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
And yield them up to thee ; 
Joyful that we ourselves are thine, 
Thine let our offspring be ! 

4 If orphans they are left behind, 
Thy guardian care we trust ; 
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, 
While weeping o'er their dust. 

Philip Doddridge, *755* 

881. cm. 

I By cool Siloam's shady rill 
How sweet the lily grows f 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 
586 



CHILDREN. 



2 Lo ! such the child, whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod, 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay ; 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour 

Of man's maturer age 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 O thou, whose infant feet were found 

Within thy Father's shrine, [crowned, 
Whose years, with changeless virtue 
Were all alike divine, — 

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 

Reginald Heber, 1827. 

882. l. m. 

1 Hark ! 't is your heavenly Father's call, 
How soft the charming accents fall ; 

" Ask and receive, my son," he cries, 
With loving heart and melting eyes. 

2 Lord, I accept thine offered grace, 
I come to seek my Father's face, 
Nor will he turn his ear away 

Who taught my heart and lips to pray. 

3 One thing I ask, and wilt thou hear, 
And grant my soul a gift so dear ? 
Wisdom, descending from above, 
The sweetest token of thy love ; 

587 



CHILDREN. 



4 Wisdom betimes to know the Lord. 
To fear bis name and keep his word ; 
To lead my feet in paths of truth. 

And guide and guard my wandering youth. 

5 Then shouldst thou grant a length of days, 
My life shall still proclaim thy praise ; 
Or early death my soul convey 

To realms of everlasting day. 

Ottiicell Heginbotham, *799- 

883. l. m. 

1 A little child the Saviour came. 
The mighty God was still his name, 
And angels worshipped as he lay, 
The seeming infant of a day. 

2 He who. a little child, began 
The life divine to show to man, 
Proclaims from heaven the message free. 

Let little children come to me. ?; 

3 We bring them. Lord, and would resign 
Their care to thee : oh. call them thine ; 
Their souls with saving grace endow. 
Renew them by thy Spirit now. 

4 Oh give thine angels charge, good Lord, 
Them safely in thy way to guard ; 
Thy blessing on their lives command. 
And write their names upon thy hand. 

Scottish Hymnal, 1S6S, <*• 

884. L. M. 

1 Saviour, who didst from heaven come 

A little child awhile to be. [down. 
Whose precious blood and thorny crown 
From death and sin have ransomed me ; 

2 Teach me. dear Saviour, some return 

Of lowly service for thy love. 
Such as a thankful child may learn. 
Such as thv Spirit shall approve. 
583 



CHILDREN. 



3 Young hearts, I hear them say, are 
claimed 

For God's own altar by thy word : 
May I lay there my own, unblamed, 
And wilt thou lift it heavenward, Lord ! 

Count Zinzendorf; tr. by James B. Tomalin, i860. 
880 # C. M. 

1 Around the throne of God in heaven 

Thousands of children stand, — 
Children, whose sins are all forgiven, 
A holy, happy band. 

2 In flowing robes of spotless white 

See every one arrayed, 
Dwelling in everlasting light, 
And joys that never fade. 

3 What brought them to that world above, 

That heaven so bright and fair, 
Where all is peace and joy and love ? 
How came those children there ? 

4 Because the Saviour shed his blood 

To wash away their sin : 
Bathed in that precious purple flood, 
Behold them white and clean. 

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, 

On earth they loved his name ; 
So now they see his blessed face, 
And stand before the Lamb. 

Anne Shepherd, 1841. 

886. cm. 

1 There is a path that leads to God ; 

All others go astray ; 
Narrow, but pleasant, is the road, 
And Christians love the way. 

2 It leads straight through this world of sin, 

And dangers must be passed ; 
589 



CHILDREN. 



But those who boldly walk therein 
Will get to heaven at last. 

3 How shall an infant pilgrim dare 

This dangerous path to tread ? 
For on the way is many a snare, 
For youthful travellers spread ; 

4 While the broad road, where thousands go, 

Lies near and opens fair, 
And many turn aside I know 
To walk with sinners there. 

5 But, lest my feeble steps should slide 

Or wander from the way, 
Lord, condescend to be my guide, 
And I shall never stray. 

Jane Taylor, 1825. 
88 r. Us & 8s. 

1 I think when I read that sweet story of 

When Jesus was here among men, [old, 
How he called little children as lambs to 
his fold, '[then. 
I should like to have been with them 

2 • I wish that his hands had been placed on 

my head, [me, 
That his arm had been thrown around 
And that I might have seen his kind look 
when he said, 
" Let the little ones come unto me." 

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 

And ask for a share in his love ; 
And if I thus earnestly seek him below, 
I shall see him and hear him above, 

4 In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare 

For all who are washed and forgiven ; 
And many dear children are gathering 
there, 

" For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 
590 



CHILDREN. 



5 But thousands and thousands who wan- 

der and fall, 
Never heard of that heavenly home ; 
I should like them to know there is room 

for them all, 
And that Jesus has bid them to come. 

6 I long for the joy of that glorious time, 

The sweetest and brightest and best, 
When the dear little children of every 
clime 

Shall crowd to his arms and be blest. 

Jemima Luke, 1841. 

888. 

1 Shepherd o£ tender youth, 
Guiding in love and truth 

Through devious ways ; 
Christ, our triumphant King, 
We come thy name to sing, 
And here our children bring, 

To shout thy praise. 

2 Thou art our holy Lord ; 
The all-subduing Word, 

Healer of strife ; 
Thou didst thyself abase, 

That from sin's deep disgrace 
Thou mightest save our race, 

And give us life. 

3 Ever be thou our Guide, 
•Our Shepherd and our pride, 

Our staff and song ; 
Jesus, thou Christ of God, 
By thy perennial word, 
Lead us where thou hast trod, 

Make our faith strong. 
591 



MISSIONS. 



4 So now, and till we die, 
Sound we thy praises high, 

And joyful sing : 
Let all the holy throng, 
Who to thy church belong, 
Unite and swell the song 
To Christ our King ! 

Clemens Alexandrinus, before 



MISSIONS. 

889, l. m. 

1 " Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord , 
" Bid the whole earth my grace receive : 

He shall be saved that trusts my word ; 
And he condemned, who'll not believe. 

2 " I '11 make your great commission known, 

And ye shall prove my gospel true, 
By all the works that I have done, 
By all the wonders ye shall do. 

3 " Teach all the nations my commands ; 

I 'm with you till the world shall end ! 
All power is trusted in my hands ; 
I can destroy, and I defend." 

4 He spake, and light shone round his head, 

On a bright cloud to heaven he rode ; 
They to the farthest nations spread 
The grace of their ascended God. 

Isaac Watts, 1709- 

890. 

1 Awake ! all-conquering arm, awake ! 
And lift the Saviour's standard high ; 
Oh cause thy cheering face to shine, 
And call thy chosen people nigh. 
592 



MISSIONS. 



2 Baptize benighted nations, Lord, 

And let thy saving truth be known ; 
Arise, thy royal power assume, 

And claim the kingdoms for thine own. 

3 Bless those who now in distant lands 

Bid the untutored heathen live ; 
Be thou their guard, their God. their 
Success to every effort give, [friend ; 

4 Eternal God, their hearts inspire ; 

Let each thy sacred presence prove ; 
Bid them go forth with holy zeal, 
And loud proclaim thy dying love. 

5 Mountains of unbelief and sin 

Shall fall before thy sacred word ; 
And millions, saved from death and hell, 
Shall own the Saviour as their Lord. 

Aaron C. H. Seymour, 1803. 

891. 

1 Spirit of the living God, 

In all thy plenitude of grace. 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, 

To preach the reconciling word ; 
Give power and unction from above, 
Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ; 

Confusion, order in thy path : 
Souls without strength inspire with might, 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Spirit of the Lord, prepare 

Ail the round earth her God to meet ; 
Breathe thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 
593 



MISSIONS. 



5 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 
The triumphs of the cross record ; 
The name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call him Lord. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

892. L. AL 

1 Arm: of the Lord, awake, awake ! 

Put on thy strength, the nations shake ; 
And let the world, adoring, see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 
I am Jehovah, God alone : 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 No more let human blood be spilt — 
Vain sacrifice for human guilt ! 

But to each conscience be applied 
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 

4 Almighty God. thy grace proclaim, 
In every clime, of every name ; 
Let adverse powers before thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 

William Shrubtsole, Sr., 1795. 

893. L. M. 

1 Sovereign of worlds, display thy power ; 
Be this thy Zion's favored hour : 

Oh, bid the morning star arise ; 
Oh, point the heathen to the skies. 

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, 
In western wilds and eastern plains ; 
Far let the gospel's sound be known ; 
Make thou the universe thine own. 

3 Speak, and the world shall hear thy voice ; 
Speak, and the desert shall rejoice : 
Dispel the gloom of heathen night ; 

Bid every nation hail the light. 

Baptist Magazine, 181$. 

594 



MISSIONS. 



89-L L. 3VL 

1 Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 
Salvation through Immanuel's name ; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 



2 He '11 shield you with a wall of fire, 
With flaming zeal your breasts inspire, 
Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And hush the tempest into peace. 



3 And when your labors all are o'er, 
Then we shall meet to part no more ; 
Meet with the blood-bought throng, to fall, 
And crown our Jesus Lord of all ! 

Anon. 

895. Is at ah lxii. 6, 7. L. M. 

1 Indulgent Sovereign of the skies, 

And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear ? 
While feeble mortals raise their cries, 
Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear ? 



2 How shall thy servants give thee rest, 
Till Zion's mouldering walls thou raise , 
Till thine own power shall stand confessed, 
And make Jerusalem a praise ? 



3 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, 

And view the desolation round : 
See what wide realms in darkness lie, 
And hurl their idols to the ground. 

4 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, 

And call the nations from afar : 
Let all the isles their Saviour know, 
And earth's remotest ends draw near. 

Philip Doddridge, i755» 

595 



MISSIONS. 



896. C. M. 

1 Great God, the nations of the earth 

Are by creation thine ; 
And in thy works, by all beheld, 
Thy radiant glories shine. 

2 But, Lord, thy greater love has sent 

Thy gospel to mankind, 
Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
Are treasured in thy mind. 

3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread 

The spacious earth around, 
Till every tribe and every soul 
Shall hear the joyful sound? 



4 Send forth thy word, and let it fly, 
, Armed with thy Spirit's power ; 
Ten thousand shall confess its sway, 

And bless the saving hour. 

5 Beneath the influence of thy grace 

The barren wastes shall rise 
With sudden green and fruits arrayed, 
A blooming Paradise. 

6 Peace, with her olive crowned, shall 

stretch 

Her wings from shore to shore ; 
No trump shall rouse the rage of war, 
Nor murderous cannon roar. 

7 Lord, for those days we wait ; those days 

Are in thy word foretold ; 
Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring 
This promised age of gold. 

Thomas Gibbons, 1769. 

596 



MISSIONS. 



89 i . CM. 

1 Behold, the mountain of the Lord 

In latter days shall rise 
On mountain tops, above the hills, 
And draw the wondering eyes. 

2 To this the joyful nations round, 

All tribes and tongues, shall flow ; 
Up to the hill of God, they '11 say, 
And to his house we '11 go. 

8 The beam that shines from Zion's hill 
Shall lighten every land ; 
The King who reigns in Salem's towers 
Shall all the world command. 

4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, 

Or mar the peaceful years ; [swords, 
To ploughshares men shall beat their 
To priming-hooks their spears. 

5 Xo longer hosts encountering hosts 

Their millions slain deplore ; 
They hang the trumpet in the hall, 
And study war no more. 

6 Come, then, oh, come, from every land, 

To worship at his shrine ; 
And. walking in the light of God, 
With holy beauties shine. 

Michael Brace, 1768. 
• Psalm 72. L. M. 

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And praises throng to crown his head ; 
His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

597 



MISSIONS. 



3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; 
The weary find eternal rest. 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Where he displays his healing power, 
Death and the curse are known no more 
In him the tribes of Adam boast 
More blessings than their father lost. 

6 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King ; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen ! 

Isaac Watts, I7 I 9* 

899. 

1 Though now the nations sit beneath 
The darkness of o'erspreading death, 
God will arise with light divine, 

On Zion's holy towers to shine. 

2 That light shall shine on distant lands, 
And wandering tribes, in joyful bands, 
Shall come, thy glory, Lord, to see, 
And in thy courts to worship thee. 

3 O light of Zion, now arise ! 

Let the glad morning bless our eyes ! 
Ye nations, catch the kindling ray, 
And hail the splendors of the day. 

Leonard Bacon, 1823* o„ 

900. Psalm 72. L. M. 

1 Great God, whose universal sway 
The known and unknown worlds obey ; 
Now give the kingdom to thy Son, 
Extend his power, exalt his throne. 
598 



MISSIONS. 



2 As rain on meadows newly mown, " 
So shall he send his influence down ; 
His grace on fainting souls distils 
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills. 

3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
The shade of overspreading death, 
Revive at his first dawning light, 
And deserts blossom at the sight. 

4 The saints shall flourish in his days, 
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise 
Peace, like a river, from his throne 
Shall How to nations yet unknown. 

Isaac Watts, iZ 1 ^ 
901. 6s & 4a. 

1 Sound, sound the truth abroad, 
Bear ye the word of God 

Through the wide world ; 
Tell what our Lord has done, 
Tell how the day is won, 
And from his lofty throne 

Satan is hurled. 

2 Far over sea and land, 

'T is our Lord's own command, 

Bear ye his name ; 
Bear it to every shore, 
Regions unknown explore, 
Enter at every door — 

Silence is shame. 

3 When on the mighty deep, 
He will their spirits keep, 

Stayed on his word ; 
When in a foreign land, 
No other friend at hand, 
Jesus will by them stand — 

Jesus, their Lord. 

599 



MISSIONS. 



4 "Ye who, forsaking all 

At your loved Master's call, 

Comforts resign ; 
Soon will the work be done ; 
Soon will the prize be won ; 
Brighter than yonder sun 

Then shall ye shine. 

Thomas Kelly, 1820 
902. 8s&7s. 

1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 

Borders on the shades of death, 
Come, and, by thy love revealing, 
Dissipate the clouds beneath. 

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator, 

In our deepest darkness rise, 
Scattering all the night of nature, 
Pouring day upon our eyes. 

3 Still we wait for thine appearing, 

Life and joy thy beams impart, 
Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
Every poor, benighted heart. 

4 Come and manifest the favor 

God hath for our ransomed race ; 
Come, thou universal Saviour, 

Come, and bring the gospel grace. 

Save us in thy great compassion, 
thou mild, pacific Prince ; 
Give the knowledge of salvation, 
Give the pardon of our sins. 

6 By thy all-restoring merit, 

Every burdened soul release ; 
Every weary, wandering spirit 
Guide into thy perfect peace. 

Charles Wesley, 1744- 

600 



• 



MISSIONS. 



903. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 

Look, my soul, be still and gaze ; 
All the promises do travail 
With a glorious day of grace ; 

Blessed jubilee, 
Let thy glorious morning dawn I 

2 Let the Indian, let the negro, 

Let the rude barbarian see 
That divine and glorious conquest, 
Once obtained on Calvary ; 

Let the gospel 
Loud resound from pole to pole. 

3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness — 

Grant them, Lord, the saving light ; 
And from eastern coast to western 
May the morning chase the night ; 

And redemption, 
Freely purchased, win the day ! 

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, 

Win and conquer, never cease ; 
May thy lasting, wide dominion 
Multiply and still increase ; 

Sway thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around ! 

William Williams, *772> 
904. 8s, 7s & is. 

1 O'er the realms of pagan darkness 

Let the eye of pity gaze ; 
See the kindreds of the people 
Lost in sin's bewildering maze ; 

Darkness brooding 
O'er the face of all the earth. 

2 Light of them that sit in darkness, 

Rise and shine ; thy blessings bring : 

601 



MISSIONS. 



Light to lighten all the Gentiles, 
Rise with healing in thy wing : 

To thy brightness 
Let all kings and nations come. 

3 May the heathen, now adoring 

Idol gods of wood and stone, 
Come, and, worshipping before him, 
Serve the living God alone : 

Let thy glory 
Fill the earth as iioods the sea. 

4 Thou, to whom all power is given, 

Speak the word ; at thy command, 
Let the company of heralds 

Spread thy name from land to land ; 

Lord, be with them, 
Alway, to the end of time. 

Thomas Cotterill, 1819- 

905. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Men of God, go take your stations ; 

Darkness reigns throughout the earth 
Go, proclaim among the nations 
Joyful news of heavenly birth ; 

Bear the tidings 
Of the Saviour's matchless worth. 

2 Of his gospel not ashamed, 

As the power of God to save, 
Go, where Christ was never named, 
Publish freedom to the slave ! 

Blessed freedom ! 
Such as Zion's children have. 

3 When exposed to fearful dangers, 

Jesus will his own defend ; 
Borne afar 'midst foes and strangers, 
Jesus will appear your friend, 

And his presence 
Shall be with you to the end. 

Thomas Kelly, i8©6» 

602 



MISSIONS. 



906. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Yes, we trust the day is breaking ; 

Jcyful times are near at hand ; 
God, the mighty God, is speaking 
By his word in every land : 

When he chooses, 
Darkness flies at his command. 

2 Let us hail the joyful season ; 

Let us hail the dawning ray ; 
When the Lord appears, there 's reason 
To expect a glorious day : 

At his presence 
Gloom and darkness flee away. 

3 While the foe becomes more daring, 

While he enters like a flood, 
God, the Saviour, is preparing 

Means to spread his truth abroad; 

Every language 
Soon shall tell the love of God. 

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, 

Let thy people see thy hand ! 
Let the gospel be victorious 

Through the world, in every land, 

And the idols 
Perish, Lord, at thy command ! 

Thomas Kelly, 1806. 

907. 8s, 7s & is. 

1 Mighty Lord, extend thine empire ! 

Be thy truth with triumph crowned ! 
Let the lands that sit in darkness 
Hear the glorious gospel's sound, 

From our borders, 
To the world's remotest bound. 

2 By thine arm, eternal Father, 

Scatter far the shades of night ! 
603 



MISSIONS. 



Let the great Immanuers kingdom 
Open like the morning light, 

And the future 
Realize our visions bright. 

3 Come, too long to earth a stranger, 
Once again thy reign restore ! 
In thy strength, ride forth and conquer, 
Still advancing more and more, 

Till the heathen 
Shall the Lord supreme adore. 

Joseph Cottle, 1828. 

908. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Who but thou, almighty Spirit, 

Can the heathen world reclaim ? 
Men may preach, but, till thou favor, 
Heathens will be still the same : 

Mighty Spirit, 
Witness to the Saviour's name. 

2 Thou hast promised, by the prophets, 

Glorious light in latter days : 
Come, and bless bewildered nations ; 
Change our prayers and tears to praise 

Promised Spirit, 
Bound the world diffuse thy rays. 

3 All our hopes, and prayers, and labors 

Must be vain without thy aid ; 
But thou wilt not disappoint us ; 
All is true that thou hast said : 

Gracious Spirit, 
O'er the world thy influence shed. 

"Eriphas," Evangelical Magazine, 1821- 
909 # 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Yes, my native land, I love thee ; 
All thy scenes, I love them well : 
Friends, connections, happy country, 
Can I bid you all farewell ? 

Can I leave you, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 
604 



MISSIONS. 



2 Home, thy joys are passing lovely — 

Joys no stranger-heart can tell : 
Happy home, indeed I love thee : 

Can I, can I say, Farewell? 
Can I leave thee, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 

3 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure, 

Holy days and Sabbath bell, 
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure, 
Can I say a last farewell ? 

Can I leave you, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell ? 

4 Yes ! I hasten from you gladly, 

From the scenes I loved so well : 
Far away, ye billows, bear me ; 
Lovely, native land, farewell ! 

Pleased I leave thee, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell. 

5 In the deserts let me labor ; 

On the mountains let me tell 
How he died, the blessed Saviour, 
To redeem a world from hell : 

Let me hasten, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell. 

6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; 

Let the winds my canvas swell : 
Heaves my heart with warm emotion, 
While I go far hence to dwell : 

Glad I bid thee, 
Native land, farewell, farewell ! 

S. F. Smith, 1833. 
910. L. M. 

1 Jesus ! thy church with longing eyes 
For thy expected coming waits ; 
When will the promised light arise, 
And glory beam from Zion's gates ? 
605 



MISSIONS. 



2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall, 

And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, 
Thy words with pleasure we recall, 
And deem that our redemption 's nigh. 

3 Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, 

Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, 
Man's rooted enmity subdue, 

And crown thy gospel with success. 

4 Oh come, and reign o'er every land ; 

Let Satan from his throne be hurled ; 
All nations bow to thy command, 
And grace revive a dying world ! 

5 Yes, thou wilt speedily appear ! 

The smitten earth already reels ; 
And not far off we seem to hear 
The thunder of thy chariot wheels. 

6 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer 

To wait for the appointed hour ; 
And fit us by thy grace to share 

The triumphs of thy conquering power, 

William Hiley Bathurst, 1831. 
911. L. M. 

1 Soon may the last glad song arise, 
Through all the myriads of the skies — 
That song of triumph which records 
That all the earth is now the Lord's. 

2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms 
Obedient, mighty God, to thee ; [be 
And over land, and stream, and main, 
Now wave the sceptre of thy reign. 

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell ; 
Let host to host the triumph tell, 
That not one rebel heart remains, 
But over all the Saviour reigns. 

Arum* 

606 



MISSIONS. 



912. 

1 Behold the expected time draw near, 
The shades disperse, the dawn appear ; 
Behold the wilderness assume 

The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom. 

2 Events with prophecies conspire 
To raise our faith, our zeal to fire ; 
The ripening fields, already white, 
Present a harvest to our sight. 

3 The untaught heathen waits to know 
The joy the gospel will bestow ; 
The exiled slave waits to receive 
The freedom Jesus has to give. 

4 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, 
In the blest labor share a part ; 

Our prayers and offerings gladly bring 
To aid the triumphs of our King. 

Mrs. Voke, 1806. 
• 7s & 6s. 

1 The morning light is breaking ; 
The darkness disappears ; 

The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears : 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar 
Of nations in commotion, 
Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 See heathen nations bending 
Before the God we love. 

And thousand hearts ascending 

In gratitude above ; 
While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel call obey, 
And seek the Saviour's blessing — 
A nation in a day. 
607 



MISSIONS. 



3 Blest river of salvation, 

Pursue thy onward way ; 
Flow thou to every nation, 

'Nor in thy richness stay : 
Stay not till all the lowly 

Triumphant reach their home ; 
Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim, " The Lord is come ! " 

S. F. Smith, 1843. 

914. Psalm 72. 7s & 6s. 

1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 

Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free ; 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He comes with succor speedy 

To those who suffer wrong ; 
To help the poor and needy, 

And bid the weak be strong : 
To give them songs for sighing, 

Their darkness turn to light, 
Whose souls, condemned and dying, 

Were precious in his sight. 

3 He shall come down like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth, 
And love, joy, hope, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth ; 
Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall peace, the herald, go, 
And righteousness, in fountains, 

F:v>m hill to valley flow. 

4 Kings shall fall down before him, 

And gold and incense bring, 
All nations shall adore him, 
His praise all people sing : 

608 



MISSIONS. 



For him shall prayer unceasing 
And daily vows ascend ; 

His kingdom still increasing, 
A kingdom without end. 

James Montgomery, 1822. 
915. 8s&7s. 

1 Lo ' he comes ! let all adore him ! 

'Tis the God of grace and truth ! 
Go ! prepare the way before him, 

Make the rugged places smooth ! 
Lo ! he comes, the mighty Lord ! 
Great his work, and his reward. 

2 Let the valleys all be raised ; 

Go. and make the crooked straight ; 
Let the mountains be abased ; 

Let all nature change its state ; 
Through the desert mark a road, 
Make a highway for our God. 

3 Through the desert God is going, 

Through the desert waste and wild, 
Where no goodly plant is growing, 

Where no verdure ever smiled ; 
But the desert shall be glad, 
And with verdure soon be clad. 

4 Where the thorn and brier flourished, 

Trees shall there be seen to grow. 
Planted by the Lord and nourished, 

Stately, fair, and fruitful too ; 
They shall rise on every side, 
They shall spread their branches wide 

5 From the hills and lofty mountains 

Rivers shall be seen to flow, 
There the Lord will open fountains, 

Thence supply the plains below ; 
As he passes, every land 
Shall confess his powerful hand. 

Thomas Kelly, 280^ 

509 



MISSIONS. 



916. 8s&7«. 

1 With my substance I will honor 

My Redeemer and my Lord ; 
Were ten thousand worlds my manor, 
All were nothing to his word. 

2 While the heralds of salvation 

His abounding grace proclaim, 
Let his friends, of every station, 
Gladly join to spread his fame. 

3 Be his kingdom now promoted, 

Let the earth her Monarch know ; 
Be my all to him devoted ; 
To my Lord my all I owe. 

4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations ! 

Praise him, all ye hosts above ! 
Shout, with joyful acclamations, 
His divine, victorious love ! 

Benjamin Francis, 1774. 

917. 12s, lis & 4s. 

1 The Prince of sal ration in triumph is riding, 

And glory attends him along his bright way ; 
The tidings of grace on the breezes are gliding, 
And nations are owning his sway. 

2 Eide on in thy greatness, thou conquering 

Saviour ; 

Let thousands of thousands submit to thy reign, 
Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor, 
And follow thy glorious train. 

3 Then loud shall ascend, from each sanctified 

nation, 

The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise; 
And heaven shall reecho the song of salvation 
In rich and melodious lays. 

S. F. Smith, 1843. 
•'AO. Ss & 4s. 

1 Hark ! how the gospel trumpet sounds ! 
Through all the world the'' echo bounds! 
And Jesus, by redeeming blood, 
Is bringing sinners back to God, 
610 



MISSIONS. 



And guides them safely by his word 
To endless day. 

2 Hail, Jesus ! all victorious Lord ! 
Be thou by all mankind adored ! 
For us didst thou the fight maintain, 
And o ? er our foes the victory gain, 
That we with thee might ever reign 

In endless day. 

3 Fight on, ye conquering souls, fight on t 
And when the conquest you have won, 
Then palms of victory you shall bear, 
And in his kingdom have a share, 
And crowns of glory ever wear, 

In endless day. 

4 There we shall in full chorus join, 
With saints and angels all combine 
To sing of his redeeming love, 

When rolling years shall cease to move, 
And this shall be our theme above, 
In endless day. 

Samuel Medley, 1789. 

919. 

1 Hark ! the distant isles proclaim 
Glory to Messiah's name ; 
Hymns of praise unheard before, 
Echo from the farthest shore. 

2 Hearts that once were taught to own 
Idol gods of wood and stone, 

ISow to light and life restored, 
Honor Jesus as their Lord. 

3 Blessed Saviour, still proceed ; 
Bid the glorious conquest speed ; 
Let this first refreshing ray 
Brighten to a perfect day. 

611 



MISSIONS. 



4 At thy gospel's solemn call, 
Bid the towers of Satan fall, 
And his wretched slaves obtain 
Freedom from their galling chain. 

5 Let the messengers of peace 
Raise their voice and never cease, 
Till the world, from sin made free, 
Shall unite to worship thee. 

William E. Bathurst, 1831. 
• Psalm 72. 7a, 

1 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 

When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
Every nation, every clime, 
Shall the gospel's call obey. 

2 Then shall wars' and tumults cease, 

Then be banished grief and pain ; 
Righteousness and joy and peace, 
Undisturbed shall ever reign. 

3 Mightiest kings his power shall own ; 

Heathen tribes his name adore ; 
Satan and his host, o'erthrown, 

Bound in chains shall hurt no more* 

4 Bless we then our gracious Lord ; 

Ever praise his glorious name ; 
All his mighty acts record, 

All his wondrous love proclaim. 

Harriet Auber, 1829. 

921. Psalm 67. 7s. 

1 God of mercy, God of grace. 
Show the brightness of thy face : 
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine ; 
Fill thy church with light divine ; 
And thy saving health extend 
To the earth's remotest end. 
612 



MISSIONS. 



2 Let the people praise thee, Lord ; 
Be by all that live adored : 

Let the nations shout and sing 
Glory to their Saviour King; 
At thy feet their tribute pay, 
And thy holy will obey. 

3 Let the people praise thee, Lord : 
Earth shall then her fruits afford ; 
God to man his blessings give ; 
Man to God devoted live ; 

All below, and all above, 
One in joy, and light, and love. 

Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 

922. 

1 'T is he — the mighty Saviour comes, 

The victory now is won, 
And lo, the throne of David waits 
For David's royal Son. 

2 Thou blessed heir of all the earth, 

Ascend thine ancient throne, 
And bid the willing nations now 
Thy peaceful sceptre own. 

3 Shine forth in all thy glory, Lord, 

That man at length may see 
That joy, so long estranged from earth, 
Can only spring from thee. 

4 O happy day ! 't is come at last, 

The reign of death is o'er ; 
And sin, that marred our sweetest joys, 
Shall grieve our hearts no more. 

5 Washed in thy blood, the tribes of earth 

With all the blest above, 
Shall dwell in peace, united now, 
One family of love. 
613 



MISSIONS. 



6 Fruit of thy toil, thou bleeding Lamb ! 

These joys we owe to thee ; 
Then take the glory, Lord ; 't is thine, 
And shall forever be. 

Sir Edward Denny, 1848. 
v&O* Psalm 96. C. M. 

1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, 

Ye tribes of every tongue ; 
His new-discovered grace demands 
A new and nobler song. 

2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, 

God's own almighty Son ; 
His power the sinking world sustains, 
And grace surrounds his throne. 

3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, 

Joy through the earth be seen ; 
Let cities shine in bright array, 
And fields in cheerful green. 

4 Let an unusual joy surprise 

The islands of the sea ; 
Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise, 
Prepare the Lord his way. 

5 Behold he comes ! He comes to bless 

The nations as their God ; 
To show the world his righteousness, 
And send his truth abroad. 

Isaac Watts, i7 I 9- 

924. 

1 Shine, mighty God, on Zion shine, 

With beams of heavenly grace ; 
Reveal thy power through every land, 
And show thy smiling face. 

2 When shall thy name, from shore to shore, 

Sound all the earth abroad, 
And distant nations know and love 
Their Saviour and their God? 
614 



MISSIONS. 



3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands ; 
Sing loud, with solemn voice ; 
Let every tongue exalt his praise, 
And every heart rejoice. 

Isaac Watts, *7°9, a. 

025. c. m, 

1 Jesus, immortal King, arise ! 

Assume, assert thy sway, 
Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings, 
And distant lands obey. 

2 Ride forth, victorious conqueror, ride, 

Till all thy foes submit. 
And all the powers of hell resign 
Their trophies at thy feet ! 

3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly 

This spacious earth arour/d, 
Till every soul beneath the sun 
Shall hear the joyful sound. 

4 Oh may the dear Redeemer's name 

Through every clime be known, 
And heathen gods, like Dagon, fall, 
And Jesus reign alone. 



5 Oh hasten. Lord, that happy time, 

That long-expected day, 
When every kingdom, tribe and tongue 
Shall own thy gentle sway ; 

6 When all th' untutored heathen tribes 

Shall the Redeemer own, 
And crowds of willing converts come 
To worship at thy throne. 

7 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, 

May Jesus be adored ! 
And earth, with all her millions, shout 
Hosannas to the Lord. 

A. C. IE. Seymour, 1810. 

615 



MISSIONS. 



926. 

1 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart, 

Star of the coming day, 
Arise, and with thy morning beams 
Chase all our griefs away ! 

2 Come, blessed Lord, bid every shore 

And answering island sing 
The praises of thy royal name, 
And own thee as their King. 

3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now 

To the bright world above, 
Break forth in sweetest strains of joy, 
In memory of thy love. 

4 Lord, Lord, thy fair creation groans, 

The air, the earth, the sea, 
In unison with all our hearts, 
And calls aloud for thee. 

5 Come, then, with all thy quickening power, 

With one awakening smile, 
And bid the serpent's trail no more 
Thy beauteous realms defile. 

6 Thine was the Cross, with all its fruits 

Of grace and peace divine ; 
Be thine the crown of glory now, 
The palm of victory thine. 

Sir Edward Denny, 1848. 

927. 7s & 6s. 

1 From: Greenland's icy mountains, 
From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 
Roll down their golden sand, 
From many an ancient river, 
From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 
616 



MISSIONS. 



2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And ouly man is vile ; 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown ; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Can we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Can we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation ! O salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till each remotest nation 

Has learnt Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till like a sea of glory 

It spreads from pole to pole ; 
Till o'er our ransomed nature 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 

Reginald Heber, 1819. 

928. Psalm 14. 7s & 

1 Oh that the Lord's salvation 

Were out of Zion come, 
To heal his ancient nation, 

To lead his outcasts home ! 
How long the holy city 

Shall heathen feet profane ? 
Return, Lord, in pity ; 

Rebuild her walls again. 

2 Let fall thy rod of terror ; 

Thy saving grace impart ; 
Roll back the veil of error ; 
Release the fettered heart: 
617 



SEA MEN. 



Let Israel, home returning, 

Their lost Messiah see ; 
Give oil of joy for mourning, 

And bind thy church to thee. 

Henry F. Lyte, 1833. 



SEAMEN. 

029. L. M. 

1 Eternal Father, strong to save, 
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave, 
Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep 

Its own appointed limits keep ; 
Oh hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea ! 

2 O Saviour, whose almighty word 

The winds and waves submissive heard, 
Who walkedst on the foaming deep, 
And calm amid its rage didst sleep ; 
Oh hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea ! 

3 O sacred Spirit, who didst brood 
Upon the chaos dark and rude, 
Who bad'st its angry tumult cease, 
And gavest light, and life, and peace ; 
Oh hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea ! 

4 Trinity of love and power, 

Our brethren shield in danger's hour ; 
From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
Protect them whereso'er they go : 
Thus evermore shall rise to thee 
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea! 

W. Whiting, i860. 

618 



SEAMEN. 



930. L.M. 

1 While o'er the deep thy servants sail. 
Send thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale ; 
And on their hearts, where'er they go, 
Oh let thy heavenly breezes blow. 

2 If on the morning's wings they fly, 
They will not pass beyond thine eye ; 
The wanderer's prayer . thou bend'st to 
And faith exults to know thee near, [hear, 



3 When tempests rock the groaning bark, 
Oh hide them safe in Jesus' ark ; 
When in the tempting port they ride, 
Oh keep them safe at Jesus' side. 

4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar, 

Still guide them to the heavenly shore ; 
And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, 
Abroad, at home, or in the deep. 

George Burgess, a. 
9ol. L. M. 

1 Lord of the ocean, hear our cry, 

As o'er the trackless deep we roam ; 
Be thou our haven always nigh ; 
On homeless waters thou our home. 



2 O Jesus, Saviour, at whose voice 

The tempest sank to perfect rest. 
Bid thou the mourner's heart rejoice, 
And cleanse and calm the troubled 
breast. 

3 Holy Ghost, beneath whose power 

Creation woke to life and light, 
Command thy blessing in this hour, 
Thy fostering warmth, thy quickening 

might. 

619 



SEAMEN. 



4 Great God, Triune Jehovah, thee 
We love, we worship, we adore ; 
Our refuge on time's changeful sea, 
Our jo j on heaven's eternal shore. 

Edward Henry Bickersteth, 1869. 

932. 12s. 

1 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is 

streaming, 

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is 
gleaming, 

Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish, 
We fly to our Maker : help, Lord, or we perish ! 

2 Jesus, once tossed on the breast of the billow, 
Arouspd by the shriek of despair from thy pillow, 
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, 
Who cries in his danger, " Help, Lord, or we 

perish ! " 

3 And, oh! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, 
When hell in our hearts its wild warfare is wag- 
ing:, 

Arise in thy strength, thy redeemed to cherish ! 
Rebuke the destroyer, — help, Lord, or we perish! 

Reginald Heber, 1827. 

933. l. m. 

1 Glory to thee, whose powerful word 

Bids the tempestuous wind arise ; 
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord 
Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies. 

2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey, 

And seas thy awful will perform ; 
From them we learn to own thy sway, 
And shout to meet the gathering storm. 

3 What though the floods lift up their voice ! 

Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry ; 
They cannot damp thy children's joys, 
Or shake the soul, when God is nigh. 
620 



THE NATION. 



4 Roar on, ye waves, our souls defy 

Your roaring to disturb our rest ; 
In vain t' impair the calm ye try, 
The calm in a believer's breast. 

5 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries 

Thou sea, the servant of his will ! 
Rise, while our God permits thee, rise 
But fall when he shall say, " Be still 

Charles Wesley, 1740. 



THE NATION. 

34. 6s & 4a. 

1 My country, 't is of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing : 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrims' pride, 
From every mountain side 
1 Let freedom ring ! 

2 My native country, thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love : 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills ; 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 

3 Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song ; 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

621 



THE NATION. 



4 Our fathers' God, to thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To thee we sing ; 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light, 
Protect us with thy might, 

Great God, our King J 

S. F. Smith, X S 33 , 
93o. 6s & 4s. 

1 God bless our native land ! 
Firm may she ever stand, 

Through storm and night : 
When the wild tempests rave, 
Ruler of wind and wave, 
Do thou our country save 

By thy great might ! 

2 For her our prayer shall rise 
To God, above the skies ; 

On him we wait : 
Thou who art ever nigh, 
Guarding with watchful eye, 
To thee aloud we cry, 

God save the State ! 

John S. Dwight, 1844. 

936 l. m. 

1 O God, beneath thy guiding hand, 

Our exiled fathers crossed the sea ; 
And when they trod the wintry strand, 
With prayer and psalm they worship- 
ped thee. 

2 Thou heard'st, well-pleased, the song, the 

prayer ; 

Thy blessing came ; and still its power 
Shall onward through all ages bear 
The memory of that holy hour. 

622 



THE NATION. 



3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 

Came with those exiles o'er the waves ; 
And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
The God they trusted guards their 
graves. 

4 And here thy name, God of love, 

Their children's children shall adore, 
Till these eternal hills remove, 

And spring adorns the earth no more. 

Leonard Bacon, 1838. 
( • Psalm 44. L. M. 

1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 

Out from the land of bondage came, 
Her fathers' God before her moved, 
An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along th' astonished lands, 

The cloudy pillar glided slow ; 
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Returned the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 

O Lord, when shines the prosperous 
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, [day, 
To temper the deceitful ray ! 

4 And, oh ! when gathers on our path, 

In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
Be thou long suffering, slow to wrath, 
A burning and a shining light. 

Sir Walter Scott, 1820. 
^08. C. M. 

1 O Lord, our fathers oft have told, 

In our attentive ears, 
Thy wonders in their days performed, 
And elder times than theirs. 

2 For, not their courage, nor their sword, 

To them salvation gave ; 
Nor strength that from unequal force 
Their fainting troops could save : 
623 



THE NATION. 

3 But thy right hand and powerful arm, 

Whose succor they implored ; 
Thy presence with the chosen race, 
Who thy great name adored. 

4 As thee, their God, our fathers owned, 

Thou art our sovereign King : 
Oh, therefore, as thou didst to them, 
To us deliverance bring ! 

5 To thee the triumph we ascribe. 

From whom the conquest came ; 
In God we will rejoice all day, 
And ever bless his name. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 
939. 8. 8, 8, 6. 

1 Fkom foes that would the land devour ; 
From guilty pride, and lust of power ; 
From wild sedition's lawless hour ; 

From yoke of slavery ; 

2 From blinded zeal, by faction led ; 
From giddy change, by fancy bred ; 
From poisoned error's serpent head, 

Good Lord, preserve us free ! 

3 Defend. God. with guardian hand, 
The laws and rulers of our land, 
And grant thy churches grace to stand 

In faith and unity ! 

4 Thy Spirit's help of thee we crave, 
That thy Messiah, sent to save, 
Returning to the world, might have 

A people serving thee ! 

Reginald Heber, 1827* «* 



624 



FAST. 



FAST. 

940. 83&7B. 

1 Dread Jehovah ! God of nations 1 

From thy temple in the skies, 
Hear thy people's supplications ; 
Now for their deliverance rise. 

2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 

Long and loud for vengeance call, 
Thou hast mercy more abounding : 
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 

3 Let that love veil our transgression ; 

Let that blood our guilt efface : 
Save thy people from oppression ; 
Save from spoil thy holy place. 

4 Lo ! with deep contrition turning, 

Humbly at thy feet we bend ; 
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, 
Hear us, spare us, and defend ! 

C— F— 1804. 

941. 

1 O God of love, King of peace, 
Make wars throughout the world to cease ; 
The wrath of sinful man restrain, 

Give peace, God, give peace again. 

2 Remember, Lord, thy works of old, 
The wonders that our fatners told,. 
Remember not our sin's dark stain, 
Give peace, O God, give peace again. 

3 Whom shall we trust but thee, Lord ? 
Where rest but on thy faithful word ? 
None ever called on thee in vain, 

Give peace, O God, give peace again. 
625 



FAST. 



4 Where saints and angels dwell above, 
All hearts are knit in holy love ; 
O bind us in that heavenly chain, 
Give peace, O God, give peace again. 

Sir H. W. Baker, 1861. 

942. cm. 

1 See, gracious God, before thy throne, 

Thy mourning people bend ! 
'T is on thy sovereign grace alone 
Our humble hopes depend. 

2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand 

Thy dreadful power display ; 
Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 
And still we live to pray. 

3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine 

For error, guilt, and shame ! 
What impious numbers, bold in sin, 
Disgrace the Christian name ! 

4 Oh turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, 

By thy resistless grace ; 
Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 
And humbly seek thy face. 

5 Then should insulting foes invade, 

We shall not sink in fear ; 
Secure of never-failing aid, 
If God, our God, is near. 

Isaac Watts, i/°9* 

943. Psalm 60. C. M. 

1 Lord, thou hast scourged our guilty landj 

Behold thy people mourn ; 
Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand ? 
Shall mercy ne'er return ? 

2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye, 

Earth's haughty towers decay ; 
Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky, 
And mortals melt away. 
626 



FAST. 

3 Our Zion trembles at the stroke, 

And dreads thy lifted hand ; 
Oh heal the people thou hast broke, 
And save the sinking land. 

4 Attend our armies to the light, 

And be their guardian God ; 
In vain shall numerous powers unite 
Against thy lifted rod. 

Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, 

Shall gain a glad renown : 
J T is God who makes the feeble stand, 
And treads the mighty down. 

Isaac Watts, *T*-9> a. 

914. cm. 

1 In grief and fear, to thee, Lord, 

For succor now we fly ; 
Thine awful judgments are abroad, 
Oh shield us lest we die. 

2 The fell disease on every side 

Walks forth with tainted breath ; 
And pestilence, with rapid stride, 
Bestrews the land with death. 

3 Oh look with pity on the scene 

Of sadness and of dread, 
And let thine angel stand between 
The living and the dead. 

4 With contrite hearts to thee, our King, 

We turn, who oft have strayed ; 
Accept the sacrifice we bring, 
And let the plague be stayed. 

William Bullock, 1854, 



627 



THANKSGIVING. 



THANKSGIVING. 

945. 

1 Come, ye thankful peuple, come, 
Raise the song of Harvest-home ! 
All is safely gathered in, 

Ere the winter storms begin ; 
God our Maker doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied : 
Come to God's own temple, come, 
Raise the song of Harvest-home ! 

2 We ourselves are God's own field, 
Fruit unto his praise to yield ; 
Wheat and tares together sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown : 
First the blade, and then the ear, 
Then the full corn shall appear : 
Grant, O harvest Lord, that we 
Wholesome grain and pure may be ! 

8 For the Lord our God shall come, 
And shall take his harvest home ; 
From his field shall in that day 
All offences purge away ; 
Give his angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast ; 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In his garner evermore. 

4 Then, thou church triumphant come, 
Raise the song of Harvest-home ! 
All are safely gathered in, 
Free from sorrow, free from sin, 
628 



THANKSGIVING. 



There, forever purified, 
In God's garner to abide : 
Come, ten thousand angels, come, 
Raise the glorious Harvest-home ! 

Henry Alford, 1865. 

946. 

1 Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ! 
Bounteous source of every joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ. 

2 For the blessings of the field, 
For the stores the gardens yield ; 
For the fruits in full supply, 
Ripened 'neath the summer sky, 

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ; 
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; 
Clouds that drop their fattening dews ; 
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse : 

4 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 

All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich o'erflowing stores : 

5 These to thee, my God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow ; 
And for these my soul shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

Anna Lcetitia Barbauld, 1 773, a. 

947. L. M. 

1 Eteiixal Source of every joy, 
Well may thy praise our lips employ 
"While in thy temple we appear, 
Whose goodness crowns the circling year, 

2 The flowery spring, at thy command, 
Embalms the air and paints the land ; 
The summer rays with vigor shine. 
To raise the corn and cheer the vine. 

629 



THANKSGIVING. 



3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our coasts redundant stores ; 
And winters, softened by thy care, 

Xo more a face of horror wear. 

4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 
Still be the cheerful homage paid. 
With opening light and evening shade. 

5 Oh may our more harmonious tongue 
In worlds unknown pursue the song; 
And in those brighter courts adore, 
Where days and years revolve no more ! 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 
948. L AL 

1 God of the world, near and afar 
Thy glories shine in earth and star ; 
We see thy love in opening flower, 
In distant orb thy wondrous power. 

2 God of the harvest, sun and shower 
Own the high mandate of thy power ; 
Plenty her rich profusion strews 
When thou dost bid or want her woes. 

3 God of our lives, the throbbing heart 
Doth at thy beck its action start, 
Throbs on, obedient to thy will, 

Or ceases at thy fatal chill. 

4 God of eternal life, thy love 
Doth every stain of sin remove ; 

To thine exalted Son shall come [home. 
Earth's wandering tribes to find their 

5 God of all goodness, to the skies 
Our hearts in grateful anthems rise ; 
And to thy service shall be given 
The rest of life, the whole of heaven. 

S. S. Cutting, 1835. 

630 



THE YEAR. 



949. 63&4B. 

1 The God of harvest praise ; 
Hands, hearts, and voices raise, 

With sweet accord ; 
From field to garner throng, 
Bearing your sheaves along, 
And in your harvest song 

Bless ye the Lord. 

2 Yea, bless his holy name, 

And your souls' thanks proclaim 
Through all the earth -> 

To glory in your lot 

Is duty ; but be not 

Gods benefits forgot 
Amidst your mirth. 

James Montgomery, 1825. 



THE YEAR. 

9t>0« C. M. 

1 The spring-tide hour brings leaf and 

With songs of life and love ; [flower, 
And many a lay wears out the day 

In many a leafy grove. 
Bird, flower, and tree seem to agree 

Their choicest gifts to bring ; 
But this poor heart bears not its part, — 

In it there is no spring. 

2 Dews fall apace, the dews of grace, 

Upon this soul of sin, 
And love divine delights to shine 
Upon the waste within : 

631 



THE TEAR. 



Yet, year by year, fruits, flowers, appear, 
And birds their praises sing ; 

But this poor heart bears not its part, — 
Its winter has no spring. 

3 Lord, let thy love, fresh from above, 
Soft as the south-wind blow ; 
Call forth its bloom, wake its perfume, 

And bid its spices flow : 
And when thy voice makes earth rejoice, 

And nature lau<rh and sin<r. 
Lord, make this heart to bear its part, 
And join the praise of spring. 

John S. B. Momaeti, 1850. 

9 1 • C. P. M. 

1 Thy mighty working, mighty God, 
Wakes all my powers ; I look abroad, 

And can no longer rest ; 
I, too, must sing when all things sing, 
And from my heart the praises ring 

The Highest loveth best. 

2 If thou, in thy great love to us. 
Wilt scatter joy and beauty thus 

O'er this poor earth of ours ; 
What nobler glories shall be given 
Hereafter in thy shining heaven. 

Set round with golden towers ! 

3 "What thrilling joy, when on our sight 
Christ's garden beams in cloudless light, 

Where all the air is sweet ; 
Still laden with th' unwearied hymn 
From all the thousand seraphim 

Who God's high praise' repeat ! 

i Oh were I there ! oh thatT now 
Before thy throne, my God, could bow, 
And bear my heavenly palm ! 
632 



THE TEAR. 



Then, like the angels, would I raise 
My voice, and sing thine endless praise 
In many a sweet- toned psalm. 

Paul Gerhard, 1659. 

952. Psalm 147. C. M. 

1 With songs and honors sounding loud, 

Address the Lord on high ; 
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, 
And waters veil the sky. 

2 He sends his showers of blessings down 

To cheer the plains below ; 
He makes the grass the mountains crown, 
And corn in valleys grow. 

3 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, 

Descend and clothe the ground ; 
The liquid streams forbear to flow, 
In icy fetters bound. 

4 He sends his word and melts the snow, 

The fields no longer mourn ; 
He calls the warmer gales to blow, 
And bids the spring return. 

5 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 

Obey his mighty word : 
With songs and honors sounding loud, 
Praise ye the sovereign Lord ! 

Isaac Watts, i7*9' 

953. C. M. 

1 Fountain of mercy, God of love, 

How rich thy bounties are ! 
The rolling seasons, as they move, 
Proclaim thy constant care. 

2 When in the bosom of the earth 

The sower hid the grain, 
Thy goodness marked its secret birth, 
And sent the early rain. 
633 



THE YEAR. 



3 The spring's sweet influence was thine, 

The plants in beauty grew ; 
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 
And mild refreshing dew. 

4 These various mercies from above 

Matured the swelling grain ; 
A yellow harvest crowns thy love, 
And plenty fills the plain. 

5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone 

Thou dost on man bestow ; 
Let him not then forget to own 
From whom his blessings flow. 

6 Fountain of love, our praise is thine ; 

To thee our songs we '11 raise, 
And all created nature join 
In sweet harmonious praise. 

Anne Flowerdew, i8ix. 
90"1» C. M. 

.1 Lord, in thy name thy servants plead, 
And thou hast sworn to hear ; 
Thine is the harvest, thine the seed, 
The fresh and fading year. 

2 The former and the latter rain, 

The summer sun and air, 
The green ear and the golden grain, 
All thine, are ours by prayer. 

3 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, 

The wondrous growth unseen, [brace. 
The hopes that soothe, the fears that 
The love that shines serene. 

4 So grant the precious things brought forth 

By sun and shade below, 
That thee in thy new heaven and earth 
We never may forego. 

John Keble, 1857. 

634 



THE TEAR. 



*JOO, L. M. 

1 Great God, let all our tuneful powers 

Awake and sing thy mighty name ; 
Thy hand rolls on our circling hours, 
The hand from which our being came. 

2 Seasons and moons, revolving round 

In. beauteous order, speak thy praise, 
And years, with smiling mercy crowned, 
To thee successive honors raise. 

3 Each changing season on our souls 

Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds ; 
And every period, as it rolls, [heads. 
Showers countless blessings on our 

4 Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe 

All to thy vast, unbounded love ; 
Ten thousand precious gifts below, 
And hopes of nobler joys above. 

Otiiwdl Heyinbotham, £768-1794- 
950. L. ML 

1 My helper, God, I bless his name ; 
The same his power, his grace the same ; 
The tokens of his friendly care 

Open, and crown, and close the year. 

2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, 
Supported by his guardian hand ; 
And see, when I survey my ways, 
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 

3 Thus far his arm has led me on, 
Thus far I make his mercy known ; 
And while I tread this desert land, 
New mercies shall new songs demand 

4 My grateful soul on Jordan's shore 
Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; 
Then bear, in his bright courts above, 
Inscriptions of immortal love. 

Philip Doddridge, *755* 

635 



THE TEAR. 



1 Great God, we sing that mighty hand 
By which supported still we stand : 
The opening year thy mercy shows ; 
That mercy crowns it till it close. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still are we guarded by our Gocfr; 
By his incessant bounty fed, 

By his unerring counsel led. 

3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to thy guardian care commit, 
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or deprest, 

Thou art our joy, and thou our rest ; 
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days, 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

958 » c. m. 

1 Thee we adore, Eternal Name, 

And humbly own to thee 
How feeble is our mortal frame, 
What dying worms are we. 

2 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The breath that first it gave ; 
What e'er we do, where'er we be, 
We 're travelling to the grave. 

3 Great God, on what a slender thread 

Hang everlasting things ! 
The eternal state of all the dead 
Upon life's feeble strings ! 

4 Infinite joy or endless woe 

Attends on every breath ; 
And yet how unconcerned we go 
Upon the brink of death ! 
636 



THE TEAR. 



5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 
To walk this dangerous road ; 
And if our souls are hurried hence, 
May they be found with God. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

959. C. M. 

1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 

And raise your voices high ; 
Awake, and praise that sovereign love 
That shows salvation nigh. 

2 On all the wings of time it flies ; 

Each moment brings it near : 
Then welcome each declining day, 
Welcome each closing year. 

3 Not many years their rounds shall run, 

Nor many mornings rise, 
Ere all its glories stand revealed 
To our admiring eyes. 

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course 

Ye mortal powers, decay ! 
Fast as ye bring the night of death, 
Ye bring eternal day ! 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 

960. 

1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 

And make thy glory known ; 
Now let us all thy presence feel, 
And soften hearts of stone. 

2 Help us to venture near thy throne, 

And plead a Saviour's name ; 
For all that we can call our own 
Is vanity and shame. 

3 From all the guilt of former sin 

May mercy set us free ; 
And let the year we now begin, 
Begin and end with thee. 

" 637 



THE YEAR. 

4 Send down thy Spirit from above, 
That saints may love thee more, 
And sinners now may learn to love 
Who never loved before. 



5 And when before thee we appear, 
In our eternal home, 
May growing numbers worship here, 
And praise thee in our room. 

John Newton, 1 779- 

961. 

1 While with ceaseless course the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Never more to meet us here : 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little, none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 

Speedily the mark to find ; 
As the lightning from the skies 

Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 

Bear us down life's rapid stream : 
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ! 

All below is but a dream. 



3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us, henceforth, how to live 

With eternity in view. 
Bless thy word to young and old ; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
And, when life's short tale is told. 

May we dwell with thee above ! 

John Newton, 1779* 

638 



THE YEAR. 

962. ». 

1 For thy mercy and thy grace, 

Faithful through another year, 
Hear our songs of thankfulness, 
Father and Redeemer, hear. 

2 In our weakness and distress, 

Rock of strength, be thou our stay ; 
In the pathless wilderness 
Be our true and living way. * 

3 Who of us death's awful road 

In the coming year shall tread ? 
With thy rod and staff, O God, 
Comfort thou his dying head. 

4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure ; 

Keep us evermore thine own ; 
Help, oh help us to endure ; 
Fit us for the promised crown. 

5 So within thy palace gate 

We shall praise, on golden strings, 
Thee, the only Potentate, 

Lord of lords and King of kings ! 

Henry Downton, 1851. 

963. lis & 5s. 

1 Come, let us anew our journey pursue, 

Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master appear. 

2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 

And our talents improve, 
By the patience of hope and the labor of love. 

3 Our life is a dream ; our time as a stream 

Glides swiftly away, 
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 

4 The arrow is flown, the moment is gone ; 

The millennial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's here. 

5 Oh that each in the day of his coming may say, 

" I have fought my way through ; 
I have finished the work thou didst give me to do." 
639 



LIFE AND DEATH, 



6 Oh that each from his Lord may receive the glad 
" Well and faithfully done ! [word, 
Enter into my joy, and sic down on my throne." 

Charles Wesley, i75<>- 



LIFE AND DEATH. 

964. Psalm 90. L. M. 

1 Through every age, eternal God, 
Thou art our rest, our safe abode ; 
High was thy throne ere heaven was 

made, 

Or earth, thy humble footstool, laid. 

2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, 
Or dust was fashioned into man ; 

And long thy kingdom shall endure, 
When earth and time shall be no more. 

3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
Made up of guilt and vanity: 

Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, 
" Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 

4 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ! 
And kindly lengthen out our span, 
Till a wise care of piety 

Fit us to die and dwell with thee. 

Isaac Watts, I 7 I 9* 

06o« L. M. 

1 God of Eternity, from thee 

Did infant time his being draw ; [years, 
Moments, and days, and months, and 
Revolve by thy unvaried law. 

2 Silent and slow they glide away ; 
Steady and strong the current flows ; 
Lost in eternity's wide sea, 

The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 

640 



LIFE A X D DEATH. 



3 With it the thoughtless sons of men 
Before the rapid streams are borne 
On to that everlasting home, 
Whence not one soul can e'er return. 

4 Yet, while the shore on either side 
Presents a gaudy, flattering show, 
We gaze, in fond amazement lost, 
Nor think to what a world we go. 

5 Great Source of wisdom ! teach my hoart 
To know the price of every hour ; 
That time may bear me on to joys 
Beyond its measure and its power. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755. 

966. Psalm 39. L. M. 

1 Almighty Maker of my frame, 

Teach me the measure of my days ; 
Teach me to know how frail I am, 
And spend the remnant to thy praise. 

2 My days are shorter than a span, 

A little point my life appears ; 
How frail at best is dying man ! 

How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 

3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show ! 

Vain are the cares which rack his 
mind ! 

He heaps up treasures mixed with woe, 
And dies, and leaves them all behind. 

4 Oh be a nobler portion mine ! 

My God ! I bow before thy throne ; 
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, 
And fix my hope on thee alone. 

Oh, spare me, and my strength restore. 
Ere my few hasty minutes flee ! 
And when my days on earth are o'er, 
Let me forever dwell with thee. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

641 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



967. 

1 To-morrow, Lord, is thine, 

Lodged in thy sovereign hand ; 
And if its sun arise and shine, 
It shines by thy command. 

2 The present moment flies, 

And bears our life away ; 
Oh make thy servants truly wise, 
That they may live to-day. 

3 Since on this winged hour 

Eternity is hung, 
Waken by thine almighty power 
The aged and the young. 

4 One thing demands our care : 

Oh be it still pursued ; 
Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renewed. 

5 To Jesus may we fly, 

Swift as the morning light, 
Lest life's young golden beams should die 
In sudden, endless night. 

Philip Doddridge, *755- 

968. 

1 One sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er, 
Nearer my parting hour am I 
Than e'er I was before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 

Where many mansions be ; 
Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns, 
Nearer the crystal sea ; 

8 Nearer ray going home. 

Laying my burden down, 
Leaving my cross of heavy grief, 
Wearing my starry crown ; 
642 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



4 Nearer that hidden stream, 

Winding through shades of night, 
Rolling its cold, dark waves between 
Me and the world of light. 

5 Jesus ! to thee I cling : 

Strengthen my arm of faith ; 
Stay near me while my way-worn feet 
Press through the stream of death. 

Phoebe Cary, 1854, a. 

969. 

1 How swift the torrent rolls 

That bears us to the sea ; 
The tide that bears our thoughtless souls 
To vast eternity ! 

2 Our fathers, where are they, 

With all they called their own ? 
Their joys and griefs and hopes and cares, 
Their wealth and honor gone. 

3 There, where the fathers lie, 

Must all their children dwell ; 
Nor other heritage possess 
But such a gloomy cell. 

4 God of our fathers, hear, 

Thou everlasting friend, 
While we as on life's utmost verge 
Our souls to thee commend. 



5 Of all the pious dead 

May we the footsteps trace, 
Till, with them in the land of light, 
We dwell before thy face. 

Philip Doddridge, 1755- 
970. 8s, 7s & 4 

1 Shepherd of thine Israel, lead us, 
Pilgrims through this desert land ; 
~ 643 



LIFE AND DEATH. 

Thou who hast from bondage freed us, 
Guard us by thy mighty hand ; 
Daily feed us 
Till we reach the heavenly strand. 

2 As thou didst in wondrous manner 

Guide thy chosen flock aright, 
Let thy presence be our banner. 

Cloud by day and fire by night ; 
Thy protection 
Be our shield, thy word our light. 

3 When we come to Death's dark river, 

Should we dread the swelling tide, 
Death of death, life's Source and Giver 

Bid the narrow stream divide : 
Joyful praises 
We will sing on Canaan's side. 

Josiah Coader, 1854. 
9 { 1 . 8s, 7s & L 

1 Guide me, thou great Jehovah. 
Pilgrim through this barren land ; 
I am weak, but thou art mighty : 
Hold me with thy powerful hand ; 
Bread of heaven ! 
Feed me now and evermore. 

Open now the crystal fountain 

Whence the healing streams do flow ; 
Let the fiery cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through ; 
Strong deliverer ! 
Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 

When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Death of death, and hell's Destruction, 
Land me safe on Canaan's side ; 
Songs of praises 
I will ever give to thee. 

William William*, 1773. 

644 



2 



3 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



9^2. p.m. 

1 My days are gliding swiftly by, 

And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly, 
Those hours of toil and danger ; 

For now we stand on Jordan's strand, 

Oar friends are passing over, 
And just before, the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

2 Our absent King the watchword gave, 

" Let every lamp be burning ; 99 
We look afar across the wave, 
Our distant home discerning. 

For now we stand on Jordan's 
strand, etc. 

3 Should coming days be dark and cold, 

We will not yield to sorrow, 
For hope will sing, with courage bold, 
" There's glory on the morrow 

For now we stand on Jordan's 
strand, etc. 

4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise, 

Each cord on earth to sever, 
There, bright and joyous in the skies, 
There, is our home forever : 

For now we stand on Jordan's 
strand, etc. 

David Nelson, a. 

9 i 3 . ios. 

1 Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide ; 
The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ! 
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, oh abide with me ! 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
Change and decay in all around I see; 

thou who changest not, abide with me ! 
645 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



3 Come not in terrors, as the Kin# of kings, 
But kind and good, with healing in thy wings; 
Tears for all- woes, a heart for every plea : 
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me ! 

4 I need thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? 
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
Through cloud and sunshine, oh abide with me ! 

5 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ; 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : 
Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy vie- 
I triumph still, if thou abide with me. [torv? 

6 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the 

skies ; [dows flee 

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain sha- 
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! 

Henry F. Lyte, 1847. 

974, 8s & 7s. 

1 Tarry with me, ray Saviour, 

For the day is passing by ; 
See, the shades of evening gather, 
And the night is drawing nigh. 

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 

Paler now the glowing west ; 
Swift the night of death advances ; 
Shall it be the night of rest ? 

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 

Lord, I cast myself on thee ; 
Tarry with me through the darkness ; 
While I sleep, still watch by me. 

4 Tarry with me, my Saviour ! 

Lay my head upon thy breast 
Till the morning, then awake me — 
Morning of eternal rest ! 

Anon. 1858. 

646 



LIFE AND DEATH. 
975. 8s&7s. 

1 Happy soul ! thy days are ended, 

All thy mourning days below ; 
Go, by angel guards attended, 
To the sight of Jesus go ! 

2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, 

Lo ! the Saviour stands above ; 
Shows the purchase of his merit, 
Reaches out the crown of love. 

3 Struggle through thy latest passion 

To thy dear Redeemer's breast, 
To his uttermost salvation, 
To his everlasting rest : 

4 For the joy he sets before thee, 

Bear a momentary pain ; 
Die, to live a life of glory ; 

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 

Charles Wesley, 1749* 

976. 

1 I would not live alway : I a-k not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way., 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 

cheer. 

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin — 
Temptation without and corruption within : 
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 

3 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ; 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; 
There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise 

To hail him in triumph descending the skies, 

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright 

plains. 

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 
647 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to^reet; 
While the anthems of rapture una asingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul? 

W. A. Muhlenberg, 1823. 
97T. L. M. 

1 The hour of my departure 's come ; 
I hear the voice that calls me home ; 
At last, O Lord, let trouble cease, 
And let thy servant die in peace. 

2 The race appointed I have run, 
The combat 's o'er, the prize is won ; 
And now my witness is on high. 
And now my record 's in the sky. 

3 Not in mine innocence I trust ; 
I bow before thee in the dust ; 

And through my Saviour's blood alone 
. I look for mercy at thy throne. 

4 I leave the world without a tear, 
Save for the friends I held so dear ; 
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, 
And to the friendless prove a friend. 

5 I come, I come, at thy command, 
I yield my spirit to thy hand ; 
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, 
And shield me in the last alarms. 

6 The hour of my departure 's come : 

I hear the voice that calls me home ; 
Now, my God, let trouble cease ! 
Now let thy servant die in peace ! 

Michael Bruce, 1766. 
9^8. L. M. 

1 Why should we start and fear to die ? 
What timorous worms we mortals are! 
Death is the gate of endless joy, 
And yet we dread to enter there. 
648 



LIFE AND DEATH, 



2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, 

Fright our approaching souls away ; 
Still we shrink back again to life, 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet r 

My soul should stretch her wings in 
haste, 

Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 

4 Jesus can make a dying bed 

Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
While on his breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there. 

Isaac Watts, 1700. 

979. 

1 O God, thy grace and blessing give 

To us, who on thy name attend, 
That we this mortal life may live 
Regardful of our journey's end. 

2 Teach us to know that Jesus died, 

And rose again, our souls to save ; 
Teach us to take him as our guide, 
Our help from childhood to the grave. 

3 Then shall not death with terror come, 

But welcome as a bidden guest, 
The herald of a better home, 

The messenger of peace and rest. 

4 And when the awful signs appear 

Of judgment, and the throne above, 
Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear ; 
God is our trust, and God is love. 

Anon, 1853. 

980. 

1 When downward to the darksome tomb 
I thoughtful turn my eyes, 
Frail nature trembles at the gloom, 
And anxious fears arise. 
649 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



2 Why shrinks my soul ? In death's em- 
Once Jesus captive slept ; [brace 
And angels, hovering o'er the place, 
His lowly pillow kept. 

S Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, 
And, as the Saviour rose. 
The grave again shall yield her trust, 
And end my deep repose. 

4 My Lord, before to glory gone, 

Shall bid me come away ; [dawn 
And calm and bright shall break the 
Of heaven's eternal day. 

5 Then let my faith each fear dispel, 

And gild with light the grave ; 
To him my loftiest praises swell, 
Who died from death to save. 

Ray Palm.tr, 1858. 

981. 

1 When bending o'er the brink of life 

My trembling soul shall stand, 
Waiting to pass death's awful flood, 
Great God, at thy command ; 

2 thou great source of joy supreme, 

Whose arm alone can save. 
Dispel the darkness that surrounds 
The entrance to the grave. 

3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand 

Beneath my sinking head, 
And with a ray of love divine 
Illume my dying bed. 

William B. Collyer, 1812. 
982. CM. 

1 Oh for an overcoming faith 
To cheer my dying hours, 
To triumph o'er the monster death, 
And all his frightful powers. 
650 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 

My quivering lips should sing, 
" Where is thy boasted victory, grave? 
And where the monster's sting?" 

3 If sin be pardoned, I 'm secure ; 

Death hath no sting beside ; 
The law gives sin its damning power ; 
But Christ, my ransom, died. 

4 Now to the God of victory 

Immortal thanks be paid, 
Who makes us conquerors while we die, 
Through Christ, our living head. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 
983. 7s & 6s. 

1 No. no, it is not dying 

To go unto our God, 
This gloomy earth forsaking, 
Our journey homeward taking 

Along the starry road. 

2 No, no, it is not dying 

Heaven's citizen to be ; 
A crown immortal wearing, 
And rest unbroken sharing, 

From care and conflict free. 

3 No. no. it is not dying 

To hear this gracious word, 
" Receive a Father's blessing, 
For evermore possessing 

The favor of the Lord." 

4 No, no. it is not dying 

The Shepherd's voice to know ; 
His sheep he ever leadeth, 
His peaceful flock he feedeth, 

"Where living pastures grow. 
651 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



5 No, no, it is not dying 

To wear a lordly crown ; 
Among God's people dwelling, 
The glorious triumph swelling 

Of him whose sway we own. 

6 Oh, no, this is not dying, 

Thou Saviour of mankind ! 
There streams of love are flowing, 
No hindrance ever knowing ; 

Here, drops alone we find. 

Ccesar Malan; tr. by JR. P. Dunn, 1852. 

984. 

1 A few more years shall roll, 

A few more seasons come, 
And we shall be with those that rest 

Asleep within the tomb : 
Then, O my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that great day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 

2 A few more suns shall set 

O'er these dark hills of time, 
And we shall be where suns are not, 

A far serener clime. 
Then, my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that blest day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 

3 A few more struggles here, 

A few more partings o'er, 
A few more toils, a few more tears, 

And we shall weep no more : 
Then, my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that bright day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



4 'T is but a little while 

And he shall come again, 
Who died that we might live, who lives 

That we with him may reign : 
Then, my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that glad day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1857. 

98o. S. M. 

1 It is not death to die — 

To leave this weary road, 
And, 'mid the brotherhood on high, 
To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake, in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to fling 

Aside this sinful dust, 
And rise, on strong exulting wing; 
To live among the just. 

4 Jesus, thou Prince of life, 

Thy chosen cannot die ; 
Like thee, they conquer in the strife, 
To reign with thee on high. 

George W. Bethune, 1847. 

086. 

1 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep ; 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh, how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet ! 
With holy confidence to sing 

That Death hath lost his venomed sting I 
653 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, 
Whose waking is supremely blest : 
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh, for me 
May such a blissful refuge be : 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 

And wait the summons from on high. 

Margaret Mackay, 1832. 

987. 

1 Dearest of names, our Lord, our King ! 
Jesus, thy praise we humbly sing : 

In cheerful songs we '11 spend our breath, 
And in thee triumph over death. 

2 Death is no more among our foes, 
Since Christ, the mighty Conqueror, rose ; 
Both power and sting the Saviour broke ; 
He died, and gave the finished stroke. 

3 Saints die, and we should gently weep ; 
Sweetly in Jesus' arms they sleep ; 
Far from this world of sin and woe, 
Nor sin, nor pain, nor grief, they know. 

4 Death is a sleep ; and oh how sweet 
To souls prepared its stroke to meet ! 
Their dying beds, their graves, are blest, 
For all to them is peace and rest. 

5 Oh may I live with Jesus nigh, 
And sleep in Jesus w r hen I die ! 
Then, joyful, when from death I wake, 
I shall eternal bliss partake. 

Samuel Medley, i79°- 
988. L. M. 

1 Gently, my Saviour, let me down, 
To slumber in the arms of death ; 
I rest my soul on thee alone, 

E'en till my last expiring breath. 

654 



LIFE AND DEATH, 



2 Soon will the storm of life be o'er, 

And I shall enter endless rest ; 
There I shall live to sin no more, 
And bless thy name, forever blest. 

3 Bid me possess sweet peace within ; 

Let childlike patience keep my heart 
Then shall I feel my heaven begin, 
Before my spirit hence depart. 

4 Oh, speed thy chariot, God of love, 

And take me from this world of woe ! 
I long to reach those joys above, 
And bid farewell to all below. 

5 There shall my raptured spirit raise 

Still louder notes than angels sing, 
High glories to Immanuel's grace, 
My God, my Saviour, and my King ! 

Rowland Hill, 1796. 

989. c. m. 

1 Come, let us join our friends above, 

That have obtained the prize, 
And on the eagle wings of love 
To joys celestial rise. 

2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing 

With those to glory gone, 
For all the servants of our King, 
In earth and heaven, are one. 

3 One family, we dwell in him, 

One church, above, beneath, 
Though now divided by the stream, 
The narrow stream of death. 

4 One army of the living God, 

To his command we bow ; 
Part of his host hath crossed the flood, 
And part is crossing now. 
655 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



5 His militant embodied host, 

With wishful looks we stand, 
And long to see that happy coast, 
And reach that heavenly land. 

6 Oh that we now might grasp our Guide! 

Oh that the word were given ! 
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, 
And land us all in heaven ! 

Charles Wesley, 1759- 

990. c. m. 

1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 

With all your feeble light ; 
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, 
Pale empress of the night. 

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day. 

In brighter flames arrayed ; 
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
No more demands thine aid. 

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust 

Of my divine abode, 
The pavement of those heavenly courts 
Where I shall reign with God. 

4 The Father of eternal light 

Shall there his beams display, 
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix 
With that unvaried day. 

5 No more the drops of piercing grief 

Shall sw^ell into mine eyes. 
Nor the meridian sun decline 
Amid those brighter skies. 

6 There all the millions of his saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each the bliss of all shall view 
With infinite delight. 

Philip Doddridge, ^755- 

656 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



Psalm 137. S. M. 

1 Far from my heavenly home, 

Far from my Father's breast, 
Fainting, I cry, " Blest Spirit, come, 
And speed me to my rest ! " 

2 Upon the willows long 

My harp has silent hung ; 
How should I sing a cheerful song, 
Till thou inspire my tongue ? 

3 My spirit homeward turns, 

And fain would thither flee ; 
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, 
When I remember thee. 

4 To thee, to thee I press, 

A dark and toilsome road : 
When shall I pass 'the wilderness, 
And reach the saints' abode ? 

5 God of my life, be near ; 

On thee my hopes I cast : 
Oh, guide me through the desert here, 
And bring me home at last ! 

Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 

992. s. m. 

1 Oh for the death of those 

Who slumber in the Lord ! 
Oh be like theirs my last repose, 
Like theirs my last reward ! 

2 Their bodies in the ground, 

In silent hope, may lie, 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
Shall call them to the sky. 

3 Their ransomed spirits soar, 

On wings of faith and love, 
To meet the Saviour they adore, 
And reign with him above. 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



4 With us their names shall live 

Through long-succeeding years, 
Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 
Our praises and our tears. 

5 Oh for the death of those 

Who slumber in the Lord ! 
Oh be like theirs my last repose, 
Like theirs my last reward ! 

Anon. 

s. m. 

1 For all thy saints, O God, 

Who strove in Christ to live, 
Who followed him, obeyed, adored, 
Our grateful hymn receive. 

2 For all thy saints, O God, 

Accept our thankful cry, 
Who counted Christ their great reward, 
And yearned for him to die. 

3 They all, in life and death, 

With him, their Lord, in view, 
Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath 
To suffer and to do. 

4 For this thy name we bless, 

And humbly pray that we 
May follow them in holiness, 
And live and die in thee. 

Richard JIant, 1849, a. 
994. C. M. 

1 Why do we mourn departing friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms ? 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward too, 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our Love. 
658 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
And left a long perfume. 

4 The graves of all his saints he blessed, 

And softened every bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest 
But with the dying Head ? 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 

And showed our feet the way : 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly 
At the great rising day. 

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 

And bid our kindred rise ; 
Awake, ye nations under ground, 
Ye saints, ascend the skies ! 

Isaac Watts, I7°9« 

995. c. m. 

1 Now let our mourning hearts revive, 

And all our tears be dry ; [grief, 
Why should those eyes be drowned in 
Which view a Saviour nigh ? 

2 What though the arm of conquering death 

Does God's own house invade ? 
What though the prophet and the priest 
Be numbered with the dead ? 

3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, 

The aged and the young, 
The watchful eye in darkness closed, 
And mute th' instructive tongue : 

4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, 

New comfort to impart ; 
His eye still guides us, and his voice 
Still animates our heart. 

659 



LIFE jlND DEATH. 



5 Lo, I am with you ! saith the Lord ; 
My church shall safe abide ; 
For I will ne'er forsake my own, 
Whose souls in me confide. 

Philip Doddridge, *73& 

996. Rev. xiv. 13. C. M. 

1 Hear what the voice from heaven pro- 

For all the pious dead ; [claims 
Sweet is the savor of their names, 
And soft their sleeping bed. 

2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed ; 

How kind their slumbers are ! 
From sufferings and from sin released, 
And freed from every snare. 

3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 

They 're present with the Lord ; 
The labors of their mortal life 
End in a large reward. 

Isaac Watts, I 7°7* 

997. 

1 Friend after friend departs ; 

Who hath not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts 

That finds not here an end : 
Were this frail world our only rest, 
Living or dying, none were blest. 

2 Beyond the flight of time, 

Beyond this vale of death, 
There surely is some blessed clime, 

Where life is not a breath, 
Nor life's affections transient fire, 
Whose sparks fly upwards to expire. 

3 There is a world above, 

Where parting is unknown ; 
A whole eternity of love, 
Formed for the good alone : 
660 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



And faith beholds the dying here 
Translated to that happier sphere. 

4 Thus star by star declines 
Till all are passed away, 
As morning high and higher shines 

To pure and perfect day : 
Nor sink those stars in empty night;' 
They hide themselves in heaven's own 
light! 

James Montgomery, 1824. 

998. 

1 Servant of God, well done ! 

Rest from thy loved employ ; 
The battle fought, the victory won, 
Enter thy Master's joy ! 

2 The voice at midnight came ; 

He started up to hear ; 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame ; 
He fell, but felt no fear. 

3 At midnight came the cry, 

" To meet thy God prepare ! " 
He woke, and caught his Captain's eye ; 
Then, strong in faith and prayer, 

4 His spirit with a bound 

Left its encumbering clay : 
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 
A darkened ruin lay. 

5 The pains of death are past, 

Labor and sorrow cease, 
And, life's long warfare closed at last, 
His soul is found in peace. 

6 Soldier of Christ, well done ! 

Praise be thy new employ ; 
And, while eternal ages run, 
Rest in thy Saviours -joy ! 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

661 



LIFE AND DEATH. 

999. 12s & lis. 

1 Thou art gone to the grave ! bat we will not 

deplore thee ; 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the 
tomb, 

The Saviour hath passed through its portals be- 
fore thee, 

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 

the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer be- 

hold thee, 

Nor tread the rough paths of the world by 
thy side; 

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold 
thee, 

And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and. its mansion 

forsaking, 

Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered 
long ; 

But the sunshine of glory beamed bright on thy 
waking, 

And full on thy ear burst the seraphim's song. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not de- 

plore thee, 

Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian and 

guide : 

He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore 
thee ; 

And death has no sting, for the Saviour 
hath died. 

Reginald Hcbcr, 1812. 

1000. 

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 

Take this new treasure to thy trust ; 
And give these sacred relics room 
To seek a slumber in the dust. 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 

Invades thy bounds ; no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleepers here, 
And angels watch their soft repose. 

662 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 

Passed through the grave and blessed 
the bed ; 

Rest here, dear saint, till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the 
shade. 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 

Attend, earth, his sovereign word ; 
Restore thy trust, a glorious form ; 
He must ascend to meet his Lord. 

Isaac Watts, 1734. 

1001. 

1 We sing his love who once was slain, 
Who soon o'er death revived again, 
That all his saints through him might have 
Eternal conquests o'er the grave : 

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we 
Shall rise to immortality. 

2 The saints who now with Jesus sleep, 
His own almighty power shall keep, 
Till dawns the bright illustrious day 
When death itself shall die away : 
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we 
Shall rise to immortality. 

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing 
When Christ his risen saints shall bring, 
From beds of dust and silent clay, 

To realms of everlasting day ! 

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we 

Shall rise to immortality. 

4 When Jesus we in glory meet, 
Our utmost joys shall be complete ; 
When landed on that heavenly shore, 
Death and the curse will be no more : 
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we 
Shall rise to immortality. 

GG3 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, 
And this delightful scene display, 
When all thy saints from death shall rise 
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies ! 
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we 
Shall rise to immortality. 

Rowland Hill, 1796. 

1002. 7s, 8s & 7s. 

1 Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled 

Now thy little lamb's brief weeping : 

Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild, 

In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping, 

And no sigh of anguish sore 
© © 

Heaves that little bosom more ! 

2 In this world of care and pain, 

Lord, thou wouldst no longer leave it ; 
To the sunny heavenly plain 

Thou dost now with joy receive it 
Clothed in robes of spotless white, 
Now it dwells with thee in light. 

3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we 

Where it lives may soon be living, 
And the lovely pastures see 

That its heavenly food are giving : 
Then the gain of death we prove, 
Though thou take what most we love. 

J. W. Meinhold, 1 797-1851 ; tr. by C. Winkworth, 1856. 

1003. 

1 How blest the righteous when he dies, 
When sinks a weary soul to rest, 
How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

664 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
And naught disturbs that peace profound 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 
Where lights and shades alternate dwell ; 
How bright the unchanging morn appears! 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 



5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies, 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
" How blest the righteous when he dies ! " 

Anna L. Barbauld, l 773- 

1004. 

1 Earth to earth, and dust to dust, — 
Lord, we own thy sentence just : 
Head and tongue, and hand and heart, 
All in guilt have borne their part ; 
Righteous is the common doom, — 
All must moulder in the tomb. 



2 Lord, from nature's gloomy night 
Turn we to the gospel's light ; 
Thou didst triumph o'er the grave, 
Thou wilt all thy people save ; 
Ransomed by thy blood, the just 
Rise immortal from the dust. 

John H. Gurney, 1838. 
1005. 7a 

1 Thou whose never-failing arm 
Led me all my earthly way, 
Brought me out of every harm 
Safely to my closing day ; 
Thou in whom I now believe, 
Jesus, Lord, my soul receive. 
665 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



2 From this state of sin and pain, 

From this world of grief and strife, 
From this body's mortal chain, 

From this weak, imperfect life ; 
Thou in whom I now believe, 
Jesus, Lord, my soul receive. 

3 To the mansions of thy love, 

To the spirits of the just, 
To the angel hosts above, 
To thyself, my only trust ; 
Thou in whom I now believe, 
Jesus, Lord, my soul receive. 

Henry F. Lyte, 1834. 

1006. 

1 Christ will gather in his own 
To the place where he is gone, 
Where the heart and treasure lie, 
Where our life is hid on high. 

2 Day by day the voice saith, " Come, 
Enter thine eternal home ; " 
Asking not if we can spare 

This dear soul it summons there. 

3 Had he asked us, well we know 

We should cry, " Oh spare this blow ! " 
Yes, with streaming tears should pray, 
" Lord, we love him, let him stay." 

4 But the Lord doth naught amiss, 
And, since he has ordered this, 
We have naught to do but still 
Rest in silence on his will. 

5 Many a heart no longer here, 
Ah ! was all too inly dear ; 
Yet, O Love, 't is thou dost call, 
Thou will be our All in all. 

Count Zinzendorf , tr. by C. Winkworth, 1858. 
666 



CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 



CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 

1007. 

1 Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake ! 

Why sleep for sorrow now ? 
The hope of glory, Christ, is thine, 
A child of glory thou. 

2 Thy spirit, through the lonely night, 

From earthly joy apart, 
Hath sighed for one that's far away, — 
The Bridegroom of thy heart. 

3 But see ! the night is waning fast, 

The breaking morn is near ; 
And Jesus comes, with voice of love, 
Thy drooping heart to cheer. 

4 He comes — for, oh, his yearning heart 

Xo more can bear delay — 
To scenes of full unmingled joy 
To call his bride away. 

5 Then weep no more ; 't is all thine own, 

His crown, his joy divine f 
And, sweeter far than all beside, 
He, he himself is thine ! 

Sir Edward Denny, 1839. 

1008. 

1 When came in flesh the Incarnate Word, 

The heedless world slept on, 
And only simple shepherds heard 
That God had sent his Son. 

2 When comes the Saviour at the last, 

From west to east shall shine 
The awful pomp, and earth aghast 
Shall tremble at the sign. 
667 



CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 



3 Lord, who could dare see thee descend 

In state, unless he knew 
Thou art the sorrowing sinner's Friend , 
The gracious and the true ? 

4 Dwell in our hearts, Saviour blest ! 

So shall thine advent dawn 
'Twixt us and thee, our bosom Guest, 
Be but the veil withdrawn. 

Joseph Anxtice, 1836. 

1009. 

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears 

To our believing eyes ! 
The earth and seas are passed away, 
And the old rolling skies. 

2 From the third heaven, where God re- 

That holy, happy place, [sides, 
The New Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorned with shining grace. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 

And the bright armies sing, 
" Mortals, behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending King. 

4 " The God of glory down to men 

Removes his blest abode ; 
Men, the dear objects of his grace, 
And he their loving God. 

5 " His own soft hand shall wipe the tear? 

From every weeping eye ; [fears, 
And pains, and groans, and griefs, cx*d 
And death itself, shall die ! " 

6 How long, dear Saviour, oh how Icn^ 

Shall this bright hour delay ? 
Fly swifter round, ye wheels o^ > 
And bring the welcome day. 

Isaac W e < , '* 

668 



CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 



1010. 

1 Rejoice, all ye believers, 

And let your lights appear ; 
The evening is advancing, 

And darker night is near : 
The Bridegroom is arising, 

And soon he draweth nigh : 
Up ! pray, and watch, and wrestle ! 

At midnight comes the cry. 

2 The watchers on the mountain 

Proclaim the Bridegroom near ; 
Go meet him as he cometh, 

With hallelujahs clear : 
The marriage-feast is waiting, 

The gates wide-open stand ; 
Up, up, ye heirs of glory ! 

The Bridegroom is at hand ! 

3 Our hope and expectation, 

O Jesus, now appear ; 
Arise, thou Sun so longed for, 

O'er this benighted sphere ! 
With heart and hands uplifted, 

We plead, Lord, to see 
The day of earth's redemption, 

That brings us unto thee ! 

Laurentius Laurenti, 1700; tr. by Jane Borthmck, 1853. 



1011. 7s & 6s. 

1 Lord Jesus, thy returning, 
Thy people to receive, 
Will end the days of mourning 

To all who then believe ; 
And since thy hands are keeping 

The spirits of the just, 
Thy voice shall raise from sleeping 
The forms returned to dust. 
669 



CHRIST'S SECOND C0M1NQ. 



2 Beneath thy safe protection 

We travel through the waste ; 
The joys of resurrection 

E'en here by faith we taste ; 
The words that prove so cheering 

Thy gracious lips let fall, 
And thy desired appearing 

Shall prove the truth of all. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

1012. 

1 The church has waited long 

Her absent Lord to see ; 
And still in loneliness she waits, 
A friendless stranger she. 

2 How long, Lord our God, 

Holy and true and good, 
Wilt thou not judge thy suffering church, 
Her sighs and tears and blood ? 

3 Saint after saint on earth 

Has lived and loved and died ; 
And as they left us one by one, 
We laid them side by side. 

4 We laid them down to sleep, 

But not in hope forlorn ; 
We laid them but to ripen there, 
Till the last glorious morn. 

5 We long to hear thy voice, 

To see thee face to face, 
To share thy crown and glory then, 
As now we share thy grace. 

6 Come, Lord, and wipe away 

The curse, the sin, the stain. 
And make this blighted world of ours 
Thine own fair world again. 

Horatius Bonav, 1836. 

670 



CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 
1013. S. M. 

1 Come, Lord, and tarry not ; 

Bring the long-looked-for day ; 
Oh why these years of waiting here, 
These ages of delay ? 

2 Come, for thy saints still wait ; 

Daily ascends their sigh ; 
The Spirit and the bride say, Come ! 
Dost thou not hear the cry ? 

5 Come, for creation groans, 
Impatient of thy stay, 
Worn out with these long years of ill, 
These ages of delay. 

4 Come, for the corn is ripe ; 

Put in thy sickle now ; 
Reap the great harvest of the earth, 
Sower and reaper thou. 

5 Come in thy glorious might, 

Come with the iron rod, 
Scattering thy foes before thy face, 
Most mighty Son of God. 

6 Come, and make all things new ; 

Build up this ruined earth, 
Restore our faded Paradise, 
Creation's second birth. 

7 Come, and begin thy reign 

Of everlasting peace ; 
Come, take the kingdom to thyself, 
Great King of righteousness ! 

Horatius Bonwr, 1857k 



671 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



RESURRECTION AND 
JUDGMENT. 

1014. 

1 Through sorrow's night and danger's 

Amidst the deepening gloom, [path, 
We, soldiers of an injured King, 
Are marching to the tomb. 

2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 

And all our powers decay, 
Our cold remains in solitude 
Shall sleep the years away. 

3 Our labors done, securely laid 

In this our last retreat, 
Unheeded o'er our silent dust 
The storms of life shall beat. 

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, 

The vital spark shall lie ; 
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 
To seek its kindred sky. 

5 These ashes too, this little dust, 

Our Father's care shall keep, 
Till the last angel rise and break 
The long and dreary sleep. 

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 

Shall shed its mildest rays, 
And the long silent dust shall burst 
With shouts of endless praise ! 

Henry Kirke White, 1807. 

672 



RESURRECTION A 2? J) JUDGMENT. 



Job xix. 25, 26. C. M. 

1 My faith shall triumph o'er the grave, 

And trample on the tomb ; 
I know that my Redeemer lives, 
And on the clouds shall come. 

2 I know that he shall soon appear 

In power and glory meet, 
And death, the last of all his foes, 
Lie vanquished at his feet. 

3 Then, though the grave my flesh devour, 

And hold me for its prey, 
I know my sleeping dust shall rise 
On the last judgment-day. 

4 I in my flesh shall see my God, 

When he on earth shall stand ; 
I shall with all his saints ascend 
To dwell at his right hand. 

Anon, 1858. 

1016. 

1 Blest be the everlasting God, 

The Father of our Lord ; 
Be his abounding mercy praised, 
His majesty adored. 

2 When from the dead he raised his So% 

And called him to the sky, 
He gave our souls a lively hope 
That they should never die. 

3 What though our inbred sins require 

Our flesh to see the dust ; 
Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, 
So all his followers must. 

4 There 's an inheritance divine 

Reserved against that day ; ' 
'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, 
And cannot waste away. 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



5 Saints by the power of G-od are kept 
Till the salvation come ; 
We walk by faith as strangers here, 
Till Christ shall call us home. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

1017. 

1 Axd must this body die, 

This mortal frame decay ? 
And must these active limbs of mine 
Lie mouldering in the clay ? 

2 God my Redeemer lives, 

And often from the skies 
Looks down, and watches all my dust. 
Till he shall bid it rise. 

3 Arrayed in glorious grace 

Shall these vile bodies shine, 
And every shape and every face 
Look heavenly and divine. 

4 These lively hopes we owe 

To Jesus' dying love ; 
We would adore his grace below, 
And sing his power above. 

Isaac Watts, i-pycy 

1018. 

1 Thou Judge of quick and dead, 

Before whose bar severe, 
"With holy joy or guilty dread, 
We all shall soon appear ; 

2 Our cautioned souls prepare 

For that tremendous day, 
And fill us now with watchful care, 
And stir us up to pray: 

3 To pray, and wait the hour. 

The awful hour unknown. 
When, robed in majesty and power, 
Thou shall from heaven come down, 

R74 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



4 The immortal Son of Man, 

To judge the human race, 
With all thy Father's dazzling train, 
With all thy glorious grace. 

5 Oh may we thus be found, 

Obedient to his word, 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 
And looking for our Lord. 

6 Oh may we thus insure 

Our lot among the blest, 
And watch a moment, to secure 
An everlasting rest ! 

Charles Wesley, *749* 
1019. S.M. 

1 And will the Judge descend, 

And must the dead arise, 
And not a single soul escape 
His all-discerning eyes ? 

2 How will my heart endure 

The terrors of that day, 
When earth and heaven before his face 
Astonished shrink away ? 

3 But, ere the trumpet shakes 

The mansions of the dead, 
Hark ! from the gospel's gentle sound 
What joyful tidings spread ! 

4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 

Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there ! 

Philip Doddridge, I 7SS- 

1020. 

1 The Lord will come, the earth shall 
The hills their fixed seat forsake, [quake, 
And, withering, from the vault of night 
The stars withdraw their feeble light. 
675 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT, 



2 The Lord will come, but not the same 
As once in lowly form he came, 

A silent Lamb to slaughter led, 

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 

3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, 
With wreath of flame and robe of storm, 
On cherub wings and wings of wind, 
Anointed Judge of human kind. 

4 Can this be he who wont to stray 
A pilgrim on the world's highway, 

By power oppressed, and mocked by pride, 
The Nazarene, the Crucified ? 

5 While sinners in despair shall call, 

u Rocks, hide us ! mountains, on us fall ! " 
The saints, ascending from the tomb, 
Shall sing for joy, " The Lord is come ! " 

Reginald Heber, 1811. 

1021. 

1 That day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
When heaven and earth shall pass away ! 
What power shall be the sinner's stay ? 
How shall he meet that dreadful day ? 

2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll ; 
When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the 

dead ! 

3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, 
When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
Be thou the trembling sinner's stay, 
Though heaven and earth shall pass away! 

Tr. from Latin by Sir Walter Scott, 1805. 

1022. Psalm 97 L. M. 

1 He reigns ! the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! 
Praise him in evangelic strains ; 
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, 
And distant islands join their voice ! 
676 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



2 Deep are his counsels, and unknown ; 
But grace and truth support his throne : 
Though gloomy clouds his ways surround, 
Justice is their eternal ground. 

3 In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, 
Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the 
Before him burns devouring fire ; [tombs ; 
The mountains melt, the seas retire ! 

4 His enemies, with sore dismay, 

Fly from the sight, and shun the day : 
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, 
And sing, for your redemption 's nigh ! 

Isaac Watts, t-7*9* 

1023. 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7. 

1 Great God, what do I see and hear ! 

The end of things created ! 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated : 
The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore 
The dead which they contained before : 

Prepare, my soul, to meet him ! 

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise 

And greet the archangel's warning, 
To meet the Saviour in the skies 

On this auspicious morning : 
No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
His presence sheds eternal day 

On those prepared to meet him. 

3 Far over space, to distant spheres, 

The lightnings are prevailing : 
The ungodly rise, and all their tears 

And sighs are unavailing : 
The day of grace is past and gone ; 
They shake before the Judge's throne, 

All unprepared to meet him. 
677 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



4 Stay, fancy, stay, and drop thy wings, 
Repress thy flight too daring ! 
One wondrous sight my comfort brings, 

The Judge my nature wearing. 
Beneath his cross I view the day 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
And thus prepare to meet him. 

William Bengo Collyer, 1812. 
(First Stanza Anon., from Bartholomew Ringwaldt, 1585 J 

1024. 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Day of Judgment, day of wonders ! 
Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round : 
How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 



2 See the Judge, our nature wearing. 

Clothed in majesty divine ! 
Ye, who long for his appearing, 

Then shall say, this God is mine ! 
Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine. 

3 At his call the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
All the powers of nature, shaken 

By his look, prepare to flee : 
Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee ! 

4 But to those who have confessed, 

Loved and served the Lord below, 
He will say, " Come near, ye blessed ! 

See the kingdom I bestow : 
You forever 
Shall my love and glory know." 

John Newton, 1779* 

678 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



102O. 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Lo ! he cometh ! countless trumpets 

Blow, to raise the sleeping dead ; 
'Mid ten thousand saints and angels, 

See their great exalted Head ! 
Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome, Son of God! 

2 Now his merit, by the harpers, 

Through the eternal deep resounds ; 
Xow resplendent shine his nail-prints, 

Every eye shall see his wounds ; 
They who pierced him 
Shall at his appearance wail. 

3 Full of joyful expectation, 

Saints behold the Judge appear ; 
Truth and justice go before him ; 

Now the royal sentence hear : 
Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 

4 <; Come, ye blessed of my Father, 

Enter into life and joy ; 
Banish all your fears and sorrows ; 

Endless praise be your employ : 
Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome to the skies. 

John Cennick, 1752- 

1026. 8s, 7s & 4. 

1 Lo. he comes, with clouds descending, 

Once for favored sinners slain ; 
Thousand thousand saints attending 

Swell the triumph of his train : 
Hallelujah ! 
God appears on earth to reign. 

2 Every eye shall now behold him 

Robed in dreadful majesty; 
679 



^^SCRRE CTIOX AXD JUDGMENT. 



Those who set at nought, and sold him, 
Pierced and nailed him to the tree, 
Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

3 Every island, sea. and mountain. 

Heaven and earth, shall flee away ; 
All who hate him must, confounded, 

Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 
Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment, come away! 

4 Answer thine own Bride and Spirit, 

Hasten. Lord, and quickly come : 
The new heaven and earth to inherit, 

Take thy pining exiles home : 
All creation 
Travails, groans, and bids thee come ! 

5 Yea. amen ; let all adore thee. 

High on thine eternal throne ; 
Saviour, take the power and glory, 

Claim the kingdoms for thine own: 
Oh. come quickly. 
Everlasting God. come down. 

John Cennick, 1752. Charles We-sley, 1758. 
1'arUd by Martin Madan, 1760. 

1027. 

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 

come 

To take thy ransomed people home, 

Shall I among them stand ? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 
Be found at thy right hand ? 

2 I love to meet among them now, 
Betbre thy gracious feet to bow, 

Though vilest of them all ; 
But — can I bear the piercing thought ? 
What if ray name should be left out, 

When thou for them shalt call ! 
680 



RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT. 



3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace- ; 
Be thou, dear Lord, ray hiding-place, 

In this th' accepted day : 
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear; 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

4 Let me among thy saints be found, 
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shah 

To see thy smiling face ; [sound, 
Then loudest of the throng I '11 sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

With shouts of sovereign grace. 

Selina, Countess of Huntingdon, 1772, «• 

1028. 

1 That awful day will surely come, 

Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 

Thou Sovereign of my heart, 
How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the sound, " Depart ! " 

3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair ! 

To see my God remove, 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love ! 

4 Jesus, I throw my arms around 

And hang upon thy breast ; 
Without a gracious smile from thee, 
My spirit cannot rest. 

5 Oh, tell me that my worthless name 

Is graven on thy hands ! 
Show me some promise in thy book, 
Where my salvation stands ! 
681 



HE A VEN. 



6 Give me one kind, assuring word, 
To sink my fears again ; 
And cheerfully my soul shall wait 
Her threescore years and ten. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9» 



HEAVEN. 

1029. 7s ft 6k 

1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 

Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things 

Towards heaven, thy native place : 
Sun and moon and stars decay ; 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Xor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed them to their source : 
So my soul, derived from God, 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Forward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies : 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 

Robert Seagrave, 1743. 

682 



HE A VEN. 



1030. 7s&6i 

1 Oh for the robes of whiteness ! 

Oh for the tearless eyes ! 
Oh for the glorious brightness 
Of the unclouded skies ! 

2 Oh for the no more weeping 

Within the land of love, 
The endless joy of keeping 
The bridal feast above ! 

3 Oh for the bliss of dying, 

My risen Lord to meet ! 
Oh for the rest of lying 
Forever at his feet ! 

4 Oh for the hour of seeing 

My Saviour face to face, 
The hope of ever being 

In that sweet meeting-place ! 

5 Jesus, thou King of glory, 

I soon shall dwell with thee ; 
I soon shall sing the story 
Of thy great love to me. 

6 Meanwhile my thoughts shall enter, 

E'en now, before thy throne, 
That all my love may centre 
On thee, and thee alone. 

Charitie Lees Smith, 1861. 

1031. L. M. 

1 As when the weary traveller gains 

The height of some o'erlooking hill, 
His heart revives, if 'cross the plains 
He sees his home, though distant still 

2 While he surveys the much-lovecl spot 

He slights the space that lies between 
His past fatigues are now forgot, 
Because his journey's end is seen. 

683 



HE A VEN. 



3 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views 
By faith his mansion in the skies, 
The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 

1 The thought of home his spirit cheers ; 
No more he grieves for troubles past, 
Nor any future trial fears, 
So he may safe arrive at last. 

5 'T is there, he says, I am to dwell 
With Jesus in the realms of day; 
Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
And he shall wipe my tears away. 

John Newton, I 779» 

1032. 

1 Now let our souls, on wings sublime, 
Rise from the vanities of time, 
Draw back the parting veil, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Twice born by a celestial birth, 
Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
Why grasp at transitory toys, 

So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
While we are travelling back to God ? 
For strangers into life we come, 

And dying is but going home, 

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
That sets my longing soul at large, 
Unbinds my chains, breaks up my cell, 
And gives me with my God to dwell. 

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
Is the full heaven enjoyed above ; 
And the sweet expectation now 

Is the young dawn of heaven below. 

Thomas Gibbons, 1762. 

684 



HE A VEN. 



103o. L. M. 

1 Thou vain, deceitful world, farewell, 

Thine idle joys no more we love : 
By faith in brighter worlds we dwell, 
In spirit find our home above. 

2 Jesus, we go with thee to taste 

Of joy supreme, that never dies ; 
Our feet still press the weary waste, 
Our heart, our home, are in the skies. 

3 And. oh ! while unto heaven's high hill 

The toilsome path of life we tread, 
Around us, loving Father, still 

Thy circling wings of mercy spread. 

4 From day to day. from hour to hour, 

Oh let our rising spirits prove 
The strength of thine almighty power, 
The sweetness of thy saving love ! 

Sir Edward Denny, 1839. 
1 0o4. Heb. xiii. 14. L. M. 

1 " We 've no abiding city here," — 

This may distress the worldling's mind, 
But should not cost the saint a tear, 
Who hopes a better rest to find. 

2 u We Ve no abiding city here," — 

Sad truth, were this to be our home ; 
But lot this thought our spirits cheer, 
" We seek a city yet to come." 

3 u We 've no abiding city here ; " 

Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 
Let not the world our rest appear, 
But let us haste from all below. 

4 " We 've no abiding city here," 

We seek a city out of sight ; 
Zion its name, the Lord is there, 
It shines with everlasting light. 
685 



HE A VEN. 



5 Oh sweet abode of peace and love, 

Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest ; 
Had I the pinions of the dove, 
I 'd fly to thee and be at rest ! 

Thomas Kelly, 1812-1836. 

1035. L . m. 

1 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight, 

Of our almighty Father's throne ! 
There sits our Saviour crowned with light, 
Clothed in a body like our own. 

2 Adoring saints around him stand, [fall ; 

And thrones and powers before him 
The God shines gracious through the 
Man, 

And sheds sweet glories on them all. 

3 Oh ! what amazing joys they feel, 

While to their golden harps they sing, 
And sit on every heavenly hill, 

And spread the triumphs of their King! 

4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, 

That I shall mount to dwell above ; 
And stand, and bow, among them there, 
And view thy face, and sing, and love ! 

Isaac Watts, iyog. 

1036. 1, M . . 

1 On for a sweet, inspiring ray, 

To animate our feeble strains, 
From the bright realms of endless day, 
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns ! 

2 There, low before his glorious throne, 

Adorinsr saints and angels fall. 
And, with delightful worship, own [all. 
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their 

3 Immortal glories crown his head, 

While tuneful hallelujahs rise, 
And love and joy and triumph spread 
Through all th' assemblies of the skies* 
686 



HE A VEX. 



4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs 

To boundless rapture while they gaze ; 
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues 
Resound his everlasting praise. 

5 There all the favorites of the Lamb 

Shall join at last the heavenly choir : 
Oh. may the joy -inspiring theme 
Awake our faith and warm desire I 

Anne Steels, 1760. 
1037. Psaxx 17. L. M. 

1 What sinners value, I resign ; 
Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine : 
I shall behold thy blissful face. 

And stand complete in righteousness. 

2 This life 's a dream, an empty show ; 
But the bright world to which I £0 
Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
TThen shall I wake and find me there ? 

3 Oh glorious hour ! Oh blest abode ! 
I shall be near and like my God ! 
And flesh and sin no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; 
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise. 
And in my Saviour's image rise ! 

Isaac Watts, i 7IQ . 

1038. 

1 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

My Saviour, my eternal Rest ; 
Then only will this longing heart 
Be fully and forever blest. 

2 Let me be with thee where thou art. 

Thy unveiled glory to behold ; 
Then only will this wandering heart 
Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold. 
687 



HE A VEN. 



3 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

Where spotless saints thy name adore ; 
Then only will this sinful heart 
Be evil and defiled no more. 

4 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

Where none can die, where none re- 
move ; 

There neither death nor life will part 
Me from thy presence and thy love. 

Charlotte Elliott, 1837. 

1039. 

1 There is a land of pure delight, 

Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-withering flowers : 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 

Stand dressed in living green ; 
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
While Jordan rolled between. 

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink 

To cross this narrow sea, 
And linger, shivering, on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love 
With unbeclouded eyes ! — 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, [flood 
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold 
Should fright us from the shore. 

Isaac Wa'ts, 1700- 

688 



HE A VEN. 



1040. cm. 

1 Ox Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 

And cast a wishfhl eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2 Oh the transporting, rapturous scene 

That rises to my sight ! 
Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
And rivers of delight. 

3 All o'er those wide-extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God the Son forever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

4 No chilling winds or poisonous breath 

Can reach that healthful shore ; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

5 When shall I reach that happy place, 

And be forever blest ? 
When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in his bosom rest ? 

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 

Can here no longer stay ; 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I 'd launch away. 

Samuel Stennett, 1787. 

1041. 

1 Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart. 

Inspire each lifeless tongue ; 
And let the joys of heaven impart 
Their influence to our song. 

2 Sorrow and pain, and every care, 

And discord, there shall cease ; 
And perfect joy, and love sincere, 
Adorn the realms of peace. 

689 



EE A VEX. 



3 There on a throne, how dazzling bright 

The exalted Saviour shines, 
And beams ineffable delight 
On all the heavenly minds. 

4 There shall the followers of the Lamb 

Join in immortal songs, 
And endless honors to his name 
Employ their tuneful tongues. 

5 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love 

Our feeble notes inspire, 
Till in thy blissful courts above 
We join the angelic choir. 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

1042. 

1 Father, I long, I faint to see 

The place of thine abode ; 
I 'd leave thy earthly courts and flee 
Up to thy seat, my God ! 

2 Here I behold thy distant face, 

And 't is a pleasing sight ; 
But to abide in thine embrace 
Is infinite delight. 

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense 

To gaze upon thy throne ; 
Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, 
Unspeakable, unknown. 

4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen, 

In shining ranks they move, 
And drink immortal vigor in 
With wonder and with love. 

5 There at thy feet with awful fear 

The adoring armies fall ; 
With joy they shrink to nothing there 
Before the eternal All 
690 



EE A VEN. 



6 The more thy glories strike my eyes, 
The humbler I shall lie ; 
Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise 
Unmeasurably high. 

Isaac Watts, X7°9- 

1043. cm. 

1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise, 

And run eternal rounds, 
Beyond the limits of the skies, 
And all created bounds. 

2 The holy triumphs of my soul 

Shall death itself outbrave, 
- Leave dull mortality behind, 
And fly beyond the grave. 

3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, 

In heaven's unmeasured space, 
I '11 spend a long eternity 
In pleasure and in praise. 

4 Millions of years my wondering eyes 

Shall o'er thy beauties rove, 
And endless ages I '11 adore 
The glories of thy love. 

5 My Saviour, every smile of thine 

Shall fresh endearments bring, 
And thousand tastes of new delight 
From all thy graces spring. 

6 Haste, my Beloved ! raise my soul 

Up to thy blest abode ; 
Fly, for my spirit longs to see 
My Saviour and my God ! 

Isaac Watts, I 7°9- 

1044. 

1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies, 
And look within the veil : 
There springs of endless pleasure rise ; 
The waters never fail. 
691 



HE A VEN. 



2 There I behold, with sweet delight, 

The blessed Three in One ; 
And strong affections fix my sight 
On God's incarnate Son. 

3 His promise stands forever firm ; 

His grace shall ne'er depart : 
He binds my name upon his arm, 
And seals it on his heart. 

4 Light are the pains that nature brings, 

How short our sorrows are, 
When with eternal future things 
The present we compare ! 

5 I would not be a stranger still 

To that celestial place, 
Where I forever hope to dwell 
Near my Redeemer's face. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9* 

1045. 7s ft fa. 

1 Jerusalem the golden ! 

With milk and honey blest, 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice opprest. 
I know not, oh, I know not 

What joys await us there, 
What radiancy of glory, 

What bliss beyond compare. 

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 

All jubilant with song, 
And bright with many an angel, 

And all the martyr throng. 
The Prince is ever in them, 

The daylight is serene ; 
The pastures of the blessed 

Are decked in glorious sheen. 

692 



HE A VEX. 



3 There is the throne of David ; 

And there, from care released, 
The shout of them that triumph, 

The song of them that feast. 
And they who, with their Leader, 

Have conquered in the fight, 
Forever and forever 

Are clad in robes of white. 

Bernard, 1150 ; tr. by J. M. Neale, 1851. 

1046. 73 &e* 

1 For thee, O dear, dear country, 

Mine eyes their vigils keep ; 
For very love, beholding 

Thy happy name, they weep. 
The mention of thy glory 

Is unction to the breast, 
And medicine in sickness, 

And love, and life, and rest. 

2 one, only mansion ! 

O Paradise of joy ! 
Where tears are ever banished, 

And smiles have no alloy ; 
The Lamb is all thy splendor, 

The Crucified thy praise ; 
His laud and benediction 

Thy ransomed people raise. 

3 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! 

Thou hast no time, bright day ! 
Dear fountain of refreshment 

To pilgrims far away ! 
Upon the Rock of ages 

They raise thy holy tower ; 
Thine is the victor's laurel, 

And thine the golden dower. 

4 O sweet and blesre A country, 

The home of 0\mTs elect! 
O sweet and hWscd country, 
That eager bouits expect! 



HE A VEN. 



Jesus, in mercy bring us, 
To that dear land of rest ; 

Who art, with God the Father, 
And Spirit, ever blest. 

Bernard, 1150; tr. by J.M. Neale, 1351. 

1047. 

1 Jerusalem on high 

My song and city is, 
My home whene'er I die, 

The centre of my bliss : 
O happy place ! when shall I be, 
My God, with thee, and see thy face ! 

2 There dwells my Lord, my King, 

Judged here unfit to live ; 
There angels to him sing, 

And lowly homage give : 
O happy place ! when shall I be, 
My God, with thee, and see thy face ! 

3 The patriarchs of old 

There from their travels cease ; 
The prophets there behold 

Their longed-for Prince of peace : 
O happy place ! when shall I be, 
My God, with thee, to see thy face ! 

4 The Lamb's apostles there 

I might with joy behold, 
The harpers I might hear 

Harping on harps of gold : 
O happy place ! when shall I be, 
My God, with thee, to see thy face ! 

5 The bleeding martyrs, they 

Within those courts are found, 
Clothed in pure array, 

Their scars with glory crowned : 
O happy place ! when shall I be, 
My God, with thee, to see thy face ! 
694 



HE A VEN. 



6 Ah me, ah me ! that I 

In Kedar's tents here stay ; 
No place like that on high ; 
Lord, thither guide my way : 

happy place ! when shall I be, 
My God, with thee, to see thy face ! 

Samuel Crossman, 1661. 

1048. 

1 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy, and peace, and thee ? 

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built 

And pearly gates behold ? [walls 
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
And streets of shining gold ? 

3 Oh when, thou city of my God, 

Shall I thy courts ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And Sabbaths have no end ? 

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know : [scenes 
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy 
I onward press to you. 

5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, 

Or feel at death dismay ? 

1 've Canaan's goodly land in view, 

And realms of endless day. 

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, 

Around my Saviour stand ; 
And soon my friends in Christ below 
Will join the glorious band. 

7 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

My soul still pants for thee ; 
Then shall my labors have an end 
When I thy joys shall see. 

Tr. from Latin hymn of 8th centv,ry t in Eckington Coll. 1790. 



HE A VEN 

1049. 

1 Far from these narrow scenes of night 

Unbounded glories rise, 
And realms of infinite delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes 

But half its joys explore, 
How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell on earth no more ! 

3 There pain and sickness never come, 

And grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
And endless pleasure reigns. 

4 No cloud those blissful regions know, 

Forever bright and fair ; 
For sin, the source of mortal woe, 
Can never enter there. 

5 There no alternate night is known, 

Nor sun's faint sickly ray ; 
But glory from the sacred throne 
Spreads everlasting day. 

6 The glorious Monarch there displays 

His beams of wondrous grace ; 
His happy subjects sing his praise, 
And bow before his face. 

7 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire 

Our hearts with ardent love, 
Till wings of faith and strong desire 
Bear every thought above ! 

Anne Steele, 1760. 

1050. 

1 There is a blessed home 
Beyond this land of woe, 
Where trials never come, 
Nor tears of sorrow flow ; 
696 



HE A VE X. 



Where faith is lost in sight, 
And patient hope is crowned, 

And everlasting light 
Its glory throws around. 

2 There is a land of peace, 

Good angels know it well; 
Glad songs that never cease 

Within its portals swell ; 
Around its glorious throne 

Ten thousand saints adore 
Christ, with the Father one, 

And Spirit, evermore. 

3 Oh joy all joys beyond, 

To see the Lamb who died, 
And count each sacred wound 

In hands, and feet, and side ; 
To give to him the praise 

Of every triumph won, 
And sing through endless days 

The great things he hath done. 

4 Look up, ye saints of God, 

Xor fear to tread below 
The path your Saviour trod 

Of daily toil and woe ; 
Wait but a little while 

In uncomplaining love ; 
His own most gracious smile 

Shall welcome you above. 

Sir JET. W. Baker, i86x. 

1051. b.i 

1 Forever with the Lord ! 

Amen ! so let it be ! 
Life from the dead is in that word, 
'T is immortality. 

2 Here in the body pent, 

Absent from him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
A day's march nearer home. 

697 



HE A VEN. 



3 My Father's house on high. 

Home of my soul, how near, 
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, 
Thy golden gates appear ! 

4 Ah ! then my spirit faints 

To reach the land I love. 
The bright inheritance of saints, 
Jerusalem above ! 



5 " Forever with the Lord ! " 

Father, if 't is thy will, 
The promise of that faithful word 
E'en here to me fulfil. 

6 Be thou at my right hand, 

Then can I never fail ; 
Uphold thou me, and I shall stand, 
Fight, and I must prevail. 

7 So when my latest breath 

Shall rend the veil in twain, 
By death I shall escape from death, 
And life eternal gain. 

8 Knowing as I am known, 

How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the throne, 
" Forever with the Lord ! " 

James Montgomery, 1825. 

1052. s .j 

1 From Egypt lately come, 

Where death and darkness reign, 
We seek our new, our better home, 
Where we our rest shall gain. 

2 To Canaan's sacred bound 

We haste, with songs of joy, 
Where peace and liberty are found, 
And sweets that never cloy. 

698 



RE A VEN. 



3 There sin and sorrow cease, 

And every conflict 's o'er ; 
We there shall dwell in endless peace, 
And never hunger more. 

4 There, in celestial strains, 

Enraptured myriads sing ; 
There love in every bosom reigns, 
For God himself is King. 

5 We soon shall join the throng, 

Their pleasures we shall share, 
And sing the everlasting song 
With all the ransomed there. 

6 How sweet the prospect is ! 

It cheers the pilgrim's breast ; 
We 're journeying through th*. wilder 
But soon shall gain our rest. [ness, 

Thomas Kell 1812. 

1053. c. m. 

1 Hope of our hearts, Lord, appear, 

Thou glorious Star of day ! 
Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, 
With all our tears, away. 

2 No resting place we seek on earth, 

Xo loveliness we see ; 
Our eye is on the royal crown, 
Prepared for us and theo. 

3 But. dearest Lord, however bright 

That crown of joy above, 
What is it to the brighter hope 
Of dwelling in thy love ? 

4 What to the joy, the deeper joy, 

Unmingled, pure, and free, 
Of union with our living Head, 
Of fellowship with thee? 

699 



HE A VEX. 

5 This joy e'en now on earth is ours ; 

But only, Lord, above, 
Our hearts, without a pang, shall know 
The fulness of thy love. 

6 There, near thy heart, upon the throne, 

Thy ransomed bride shall see 
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb, 
Who died to make her free. 

Sir Edward Denny, 1839. 

1054. c bi 

1 How bright those glorious spirits shine ! 

Whence all their white array ? 
How came they to the blissful seats 
Of everlasting day ? 

2 Lo, these are they from suffering great 

Who came to realms of light, 
And in the blood of Christ have washed 
Those robes which shine so bright. 

3 Now with triumphal palms they stand 

Before the throne on high, 
And serve the God they love amidst 
The glories of the sky. 

4 His presence fills each heart with joy, 

Tunes every mouth to sing ; 
By day, by night, the sacred courts 
With glad hosaunas ring. 

5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, 

Nor suns with scorching ray ; 
God is their sun whose cheering beams 
Diffuse eternal day. 

6 The Lamb, which dwells amidst the 

Shall o'er them still preside, [throne, 
Feed them with nourishment divine, 
And all their footsteps guide. 
700 



HE A VEX. 



7 'Mong pastures green he '11 lead his flock, 
Where living streams appear ; 
And God the Lord from every eye 
Shall wipe off every tear. 

Isaac Watts, 1709, a. by William Cameron, 1770. 

1055. 

1 Give me the wings of faith to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The saints above, how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be. 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 

And bathed their couch with tears ; 
They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came $ 

They, with united breath, 
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to his death. 

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod 5 

His zeal inspired their breast ; 
And, following their incarnate God, 
Possessed the promised rest. 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 

For his own pattern given ; 
While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 




C. M. 



1 There is a fold whence none can stray, 

And pastures ever green, 
Where sultry sun, or stormy day, 
Or night, is never seen. 

2 Far up the everlasting hills, 

In God's own light it lies ; 
His smile its vast dimension fills 
With joy that never dies. 
701 



HE A VEN. 



3 There congregate the sons of light, 

Fair as the morning sky, 
And taste of infinite delight 
Beneath their Saviour's eye. 

4 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, 

Divides that land from this : 
I have a Shepherd pledged to save 
And bear me home to bliss. 

5 Soon at his feet my soul will lie 

In life's last struggling breath ; 
But I shall only seem to die, 
I shall not taste of death. 

6 Far from this guilty world to be 

Exempt from toil and strife, 
To spend eternity with thee, 
My Saviour, this is life ! 

Bishop East. 

IOoT. o. m. 

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest 

To mourning wanderers given ; 
There is a joy for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast ; 

'T is found alone in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls, 

By sins and sorrows driven, 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoab, 
"Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear — 't is heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, — 

The heart no longer riven, — 
And views the tempest passing by, 
Sees evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene in heaven. 
702 



HE A YEN. 



i There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
And joys supreme are given ; 

There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 

Beyond the dark and narrow tomb 
Appears the dawn of heaven. 

William B. Tappan, 1829. 

1058. 

1 Kise, my soul, pursue the path 

By ancient worthies trod ; 
Aspiring, view those holy men, 
Who lived and walked with God. 

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, 

And in example live ; 
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds 
Still fresh instruction give. 

3 'T was through the Lamb's most precious 

They conquered every foe, [blood 
And to his power and matchless grace 
Their crowns of life they owe. 

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view 

The patterns thou hast given, 
And ne'er forsake the blessed road 
That led them safe to heaven. 

John Needham, 1768. 

1059. 

1 When I can read my title clear 

To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 

And fiery darts be hurled, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 
703 



HE A VEN. 



3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

And storms of sorrow fall, 
May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all ! 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest, 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

Isaac Watts, I7°9* 
1080. 8s, 6s & 6a. 

1 O Paradise, Paradise ! 

Who doth not crave for rest ? 
Who would not seek the happy land 
Where they that loved are blest ? 
Where loyal hearts and true 

Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through, 
In God's most holy sight. 

2 Paradise, Paradise ! 

'T is weary waiting here ; 
I long to be where Jesus is, 
To feel, to see him near ; 
Where loyal hearts and true 

Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through, 
In God's most holy sight. 

3 Paradise, Paradise ! 

I want to sin no more ; 
I want to be as pure on earth 
As on thy spotless shore, 
Where loyal hearts and true 

Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through, 
In God's most holy sight. 
704 



HE A YEN. 



4 Paradise, Paradise ! 

I greatly long to see 
The special place my dearest Lord 
In love prepares for me ; 
Where loyal hearts and true 

Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through, 
In God's most holy sight. 

5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, 

Oh keep me in thy love, 
And guide me to that happy land 
Of perfect rest above, 

Where loyal hearts and true 

Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through, 
In God's most holy sight, 

Frederick W. Fdber, x 862. 

1061. Rev. vii. 13. 7a. 

1 What are these arrayed in white, 

Brighter than the noonday sun, 
Foremost of the sons of light, 
Nearest the eternal throne ? 

2 These are they that bore the cross, 

Faithful to their Master died ; 
Sufferers in his righteous cause, 
Followers of the Crucified. 

3 Out of great distress they came, 

And their robes by faith below, 
In the blood of Christ the Lamb, 

They have washed as white as snow. 

4 More than conquerors at last, 

Here they find their trials o'er : 
They have all their sufferings passed, 
Hunger now and thirst no more. 



HE A VEJS 



5 He that on the throne doth reign 

Them for evermore shall feed, 
"With the tree of life sustain, 
To the living fountains lead. 

6 He shall all their griefs remove, 

He shall all their wants supply ; ' 
God himself, the God of love, 
Tears shall wipe from every eye. 

Charles Wesley \ 1745, a. 

1062. 

1 Palms of glory, raiment bright, 

Crowns that never fade away, 
Gird and deck the saints in light ; 
Priests, and kings, and conquerors, they. 

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms 

To the Lamb amid the throne, 
And proclaim in joyful psalms, 
Victory through his cross alone. 

3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, 

Crying, as they strike the chords, 
" Take the kingdom ; it is thine, 
King of kings, and Lord of lords." 

4 Round the altar priests confess, 

If their robes are white as snow, 
'T was their Saviour's righteousness 
And his blood that made them so. 

5 Who were these ? On earth they dwelt. 

Sinners once of Adam's race ; 
Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt, 
But were saved by sovereign grace. 

6 They were mortal, too, like us ; 

Ajid when we, like them, shall die, 
May our souls, translated thus, 

Triumph, reign, and shine on high ! 

James Montgomery, 1820. 

706 



RE A VEN. 



1063. Rev. vii. 13. 7a. 

1 What are these in bright array, 
This innumerable throng, 
Round the altar, night and day, 

Hymning one triumphant song ? 
" Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 

Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 
New dominion every hour." 



2 These through fiery trials trod, 

These from great affliction came ; 
Now, before the throne of God, 

Sealed with his almighty name, 
Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor-palms in every hand, 
Through their dear Redeemer's might 

More than conquerors they stand. 



3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed ; 
Them the Lamb amidst the throne 

Shall to living fountains lead : 
Joy and gladness banish sighs ; 

Perfect love dispels all fear ; 
And forever from their eyes 

God shall wipe away the tear. 

James Montgomery, 1819. 

1064. 

1 High in yonder realms of light 
Dwell the raptured saints above, 
Far beyond our feeble sight, 

Happy in Immanuel's love : 
Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 

Once they knew, like us below, 
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, 
Torturing pain and heavy wgc 
707 



EE A VEX. 



2 But these days of weeping o'er, 

Passed this scene of toil and pain, 
They shall feel distress no more, 

Never, never weep again : 
'Mid the chorus of the skies, 

'Mid the angelic lyres above, 
Hark, their songs melodious rise, 

Songs of praise to Jesus' love ! 

3 All is tranquil and serene, 

Calm and undisturbed repose ; 
There no cloud can intervene, 

There no angry tempest blows : 
Every tear is wiped away, 

Sighs no more shall heave the breast 
Night is lost in endless day, 

Sorrow, in eternal rest. 

Thomas Raffles, 1812. 

1065. L M . 

1 O happy saints who dwell in light, 
And walk with Jesus, clothed in white ; 
Safe landed on that peaceful shore, 
Where pilgrims meet to part no more. 

2 Released from sin, and toil, and grief, 
Death was their gate to endless life, — 
An opened cage, to let them fly 

And build their happy nest on high. 

3 And now they range the heavenly plains. 
And sing their hymns in melting strains ; 
And now their souls begin to prove 
The heights and depths of Jesus' love. 

4 He cheers them with eternal smile ; 
They sing hosannas all the while, 

Or, overwhelmed with raptures sweet, 
Sink down adoring at his feet. 
708 



HE A VEN. 



5 Ah, Lord, with tardy steps I creep, 
And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep ; 
Yet strip me of this house of clay, 
And I will sing as loud as they. 

John Berridge, 1785. 

1066. L m. 

1 Exalted high at God's right hand, 
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, 
With glory crowned, in white array, 
My wondering soul says, who are they ? 

2 These are the saints beloved of God ; 
Washed are their robes in Jesus' blood ; 
More spotless than the purest white, 
They shine in uncreated light. 

3 Brighter than angels, lo ! they shine, 
Their glories great, and all divine : 
Tell me their origin, and say, 

Their order what, and whence came they? 

4 Through tribulation great they came, 
They bore the cross, and scorned the 
Within the living temple blest, [shame : 
In God they dwell, and on him rest. 

5 Unknown to mortal ears, they sing 
The secret glories of their King : 
Tell me the subject of their lays, 
And whence their loud exalted praise. 

6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme ; 
They sing the wonders of his name ; 
To him ascribing power and grace, 
Dominion, and eternal praise. 

7 Amen ! they cry, to him alone, 

Who dares to fill his Father's throne ; 
They give him glory, and again 
Repeat his praise, and say, Amen ! 

Rowland Hill, 178*. 

709 



HE A VEN. 



1067. 

1 My Saviour, whom absent I love ; 

Whom, not having seen, I adore ; 
Whose name is exalted above 
All glory, dominion, and power ; 

2 Dissolve thou these bands that detain 

My soul from her portion in thee, 
Ah, strike off this adamant chain, 
And make me eternally free. 

3 When that happy era begins, 

When arrayed in thy glories I shine, 
Nor grieve any more, by my sins, 
The bosom on which I recline ; 

4 Oh then shall the veil be removed, 

And round me thy brightness be poured ; 
I shall meet him whom absent I loved, 
I shall see whom unseen I adored. 

William Cowper, 1800. 

1068. 

1 Oh when shall we sweetly remove, 

Oh when shall we enter our rest, 
Return to the Zion above, 

The mother of spirits distrest ; 
That city of God the great King, 

Where sorrow and death are no more, 
Where saints our Immanuel sing, 

And cherub and seraph adore ? 

2 Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer 

We long thy appearing to see, 
Resigned to the burden we bear, 

But longing to triumph with thee : 
'T is good at thy word to be here ; 
J T is better in thee to be gone, 
•And see thee in glory appear, 

And rise to a share in thy throne. 
710 



HE A VEN. 

3 To mourn for thy coming is sweet, 

To weep at thy longer delay ; 
But thou, whom we hasten to meet, 

Shalt chase all our sorrows away. 
The tears shall be wiped from our eyes 

When thee we behold in the cloud, 
And echo the joys of the skies, 

And shout to the trumpet of God. 

Charles Wesley. 

1069. 

1 We speak of the realms of the blest, 

That country so bright and so fair, 
And oft are its glories confessed ; 
But what must it be to be thero ! 

2 We speak of its pathways of gold, 

Its walls decked with jewels so rare, 
Its wonders and pleasures untold ; 
But what must it be to be there ! 

3 We speak of its freedom from sin, 

From sorrow, temptation, and care, 
From trials without and within ; 
But what must it be to be there ! 

4 We speak of its service of love, 

The robes which the glorified wear, 
The church of the first-born above ; 
But what must it be to be there ! 

5 Then let us, 'midst pleasure or woe, 

For heaven our spirits prepare, 
And shortly we also shall know 
And feel what it is to be there, 

Elizabeth Mills, 1829. 



711 



MISCELLANEOUS, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

1070. 

1 My hope is built on nothing less 
Then Jesus' blood and righteousness ; 
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
But wholly lean on Jesus' name. 

Cho. — On Christ the solid rock, I stand ; 
All other ground, is sinking sand. 

2 When darkness veils his lovely face, 
I rest on his unchanging grace ; 

In every high and stormy gale, 
My anchor holds within the vail. 
On Christ, &c. 

3 His oath, his covenant, his blood, 
Support me in the whelming flood ; 
When all around my soul gives way, 
He then is all my hope and stay. 

On Christ, &c. 

4 When he shall come with trumpet sound, 
Oh may I then in him be found, 
Drest in his righteousness alone, 
Faultless to stand before the throne ! 

On Christ, &c. 

Edward Mote, 1865. 

1071. 

1 Hark ! the Saviour's voice from heaven 
Speaks a pardon full and free ; 
Come, and thou shalt be forgiven ; 
Boundless mercy flows for thee, 

Even thee ! 

712 



MISCELLA X E US. 



2 See the healing fountain springing 

From the Saviour on the tree ; 
Pardon, peace, and cleansing bringing, 
Lost one, loved one, 'tis for thee. 

Even thee ! 

3 Come, then, now — to Jesus flying, 

From thy sin and woe be free ; 
Burdened, guilty, wounded, dying. 
Gladly will he welcome thee. 

Even thee ! 

4 Every sin shall be forgiven ; 

Tliou through grace a child shalt be ; 
Child of God, and heir of heaven, 
Yes, a mansion waits for thee, 

Even thee ! 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

1072. 

1 How vast, how full, how free, 

The mercy of our God ! 
Proclaim the blessed news around, 
And spread it all abroad. 

Cho. — I'm glad salvation's free ! 
I'm glad salvation's free ! 
Salvation's free for you and me; 
I'm glad salvation's free ! 

2 How vast ! " whoever will " 

May drink at mercy's stream, 
And know that faith in Jesus brings 
Salvation now to him. Clio, 

3 How full ! it doth remove 

The stain of every sin ; 
And makes the soul as white and pure, 
As though no sin had been. Cho. 

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MIS CELL A NEOUS, 



4c How free ! it asks no price ; 
For God delights to give ; 
It only says, " Be not afraid," 

" Believe in Christ, and live." Cho. 

Bristol Hymns, 1870. 

1073. 

1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger ; 

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night ! 
Do not detain me, for I am going 
To where the fountains are ever flowing ; 
I'm a pilgrim, &c. 

2 There the glory is ever shining ! 

Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart 
is there ! 

Here in this country so dark and dreary, 
I long have wandered forlorn and weary : 
I'm a pilgrim, &c. 

3 There's the city to which I journey ; 
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light ! 
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, 
Nor any tears there, nor any dying ! 

I'm a pilgrim, &c. 

Mary 5. B, Dana, 1840. 

1074. 

1 I will follow thee, my Saviour, 
Vfheresoe'er my lot may be ; 
Where thou goest I will follow, 
Yes, my Lord, I'll follow thee. 

Cho. — I will follow thee, my Saviour ; 

Thou did'st shed thy blood for me ; 
And tho' all men should forsake thee, 
By thy grace I'll follow thee. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Though the road be rough and thorny, 

Trackless as the foaming sea, 
Thou hast trod this way before me, 
And I gladly follow thee. Cho. 

3 Though 'tis lone, and dark, and dreary, 

Cheerless though my path may be, 
If thy voice I hear before me, 

Fearlessly I'll follow thee. Cho. 

4c Though I meet with tribulations, 
Sorely tempted though I be, 
I remember thou wast tempted, 
And rejoice to follow thee. Cho. 

5 Though to Jordan's rolling billows, 
Cold and deep, thou leadest me, 
Thou hast crossed its waves before me, 
And I still will follow thee. Cho. 

James L. Elginburg, 1866. 

1075. 

1 I will love thee, all my treasure ; 

I will love thee, all my strength, 
I will love thee without measure, 
And without a stain at length. 
Cho. — I will love thee, O my Saviour ; 
Thou did'st give thyself for me ; 
Yea, with all my heart I'll love thee, 
Since thou first hast loved me. 

2 I will praise thee, Sun of glory ! 

For the bliss thy beams have brought ; 
I will praise thee, will adore thee, 

For the light I long had sought. Cho. 

3 Be my heart more warmly glowing, 

Sweet and calm the tears I shed ; 
And its love, its ardor showing, 
Let my spirit onward tread. Cho. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 



4 I will love in joy or sorrow, 
While I in this body dwell ; 
I will love to-day, to-morrow, 

With a love no words can tell. Clio. 

John Angelus, 1657. 

1076. 

1 Free from the law, oh, happy condition, 
Jesus hath bled, and there is remission ; 
Cursed by the law, and bruised by the fall ! 
Grace hath redeemed us once for all. 

Cho. Once for all, oh, sinner receive it ; 
Once for all, oh, brother believe it : 
Cling to the cross, the burden will fall ; 
Christ hath redeemed us, once for all. 

2 Now are we free, there's no condemnation ; 
Jesus provides a perfect salvation, 

"Come unto me," oh, hear his sweet call, 
Come, and he saves us, once for all. Cho. 

3 "Children of God !" oh, glorious calling ! 

Surely his grace shall keep us from falling, 
Passing from death to life at his call, 
Blessed salvation, once for all. Cho. 

P. P. Bliss, 1874. 

1077. 

1 Loving Saviour, || hear my cry, || 
Trembling to thy arms I fly, 

O save me at the cross. 
I have sinn'd but || thou hast died, || 
In thy mercy let me hide, 

O save me at the cross. 
Cho. Dear Jesus receive me, 

No more would I grieve thee, 
Now, blessed Redeemer, 
O save me at the cross. 

2 Though I perish, || I will pray, || 
Thou of life the living way, 

O save me at the cross. 
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MISCELLA NEO US. 



Thou hast said thy || grace is free, || 
Have compassion, Lord, on me, 

O save me at the cross. Clio. 
3 Wash me in thy || cleansing blood, || 
Plunge me now beneath the flood, 

save me at the cros:. 
Only faith will || pardon bring, || 
In that faith to thee I cling, 

O save me at the cross. Cho. 

Fanny Crosby Van Alstyne, 18-4. 

1078. 

1 Thou dear Redeemer ! dying Lamb ! 

I love to hear of Thee ; 
No music's like thy charming name, 
Nor half so sweet can be. 

2 O let me ever hear thy voice, 

In mercy to me speak ; 
In thee my Priest will I rejoice, 
Thou great Melchisedec ! 

3 My Jesus shall be still my theme, 

While in the world I stay ; 
I'll sing my Jesus' lovely name, 
When all things else decay. 

4 When I appear in yonder cloud, 

With all the favoured throng, 
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud, 
And Christ shall be my song. 

John Cennick, 1745. a. 

1079. 

1 Jesus ! thou art the sinner's Friend ; 

As such I look to thee ; 
Now in the fullness of thy love, 
O Lord ! remember me. Cho. 

2 Remember thy pure word of grace — 

Remember Calvary ; 
Remember all thy dying groans, 
And then remember me. Cho. 
717 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, 

But thy salvation's free ; 
Then, in thine all-abounding grace, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. Cho % 

4 And, when I close my eyes in death, 

When creature-helps all flee, 
Then, O my dear Redeemer-God ! 
I pray, remember me. Oho. 

Bichard Burnham, 1783. 

1080. 

1 Jesus, thou art standing 

Outside the fast-closed door, 
In lowly patience waiting 

To pass the threshold o'er ; 
Shame on us Christian brethren, 

His name and sign who bear, 
Oh shame, thrice shame upon us, 

To keep him standing there. 

2 Jesus, thou art knocking: 

And lo ! that hand is scarred, 
And thorns thy brow encircle, 

And tears thy face have marred. 
O love that passeth knowledge 

So patiently to wait ! 
O sin that hath no equal 

So fast to bar the gate ! 

3 O Jesus, thou art pleading 

In accents meek and low, 
" I died for you my children, 

And will ye treat me so ?" 
O Lord, with shame and sorrow 

We open now the door : 
Dear Saviour, enter, enter, 

And leave us never more. 

W. W. Row, 1854. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 



1081. 

1 I hear the Saviour say, 

Thy strength indeed is small, 
Child of weakness, watch and pray, 

Find in me thy all in all. 
Cho. — Jesus paid it all, 

All to him I owe ; 
Sin had left a crimson stain, 
He wash'd it white as snow. 

2 Lord, now indeed I find 

Thy blood, and thine alone, 
Can change the leper's spots, 
And melt the. heart of stone. 

3 Then down beneath his cross 

I'll lay my sin-sick soul, 
For naught have I to bring — 
Thy grace must make me whole. 

4 When from my dying bed 

My ransom'd soul shall rise — 
Then " Jesus paid it all ! " 
Shall rend the vaulted skies. 

E. M. Hall. 

1082. 

1 I am coming to the cross ; 

I am poor and weak and blind ; 
I am counting all but dross ; 

I shall full salvation find. Cho. 

2 Long my heart has sigh'd for thee ; 

Long has evil reigned within ; 
Jesus sweetly speaks to me, 

I will cleanse thee from all sin. Cho. 

3 Here I give my all to thee, — 

Friends, and time, and earthly store ; 
Soul and body thine to be — 

Wholly thine — forever more. Clio. 
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4 In the promises I trust ; 

Now I feel the blood applied ; 
I am prostrate in the dust ; 

I with Christ am crucified. Oho. 

5 Jesus comes ! he fills my soul ! 

Perfected in love I am ; 
I am every whit made whole ; 

Glory, glory to the Lamb. Cho. 

W. H, McDonald, i86q. 

1083. 

1 Heavenly Father, bless me now ; 
At the cross of Christ I bow ; 
Take my guilt and grief away ; 
Hear and heal me now, I pray. 
Eefr. — Bless me now, bless me now, 

Heavenly Father, bless me now. 

2 Now, O Lord ! this very hour, 
Send thy grace and show thy power; 
While I rest upon thy word, 

Come and bless me now, O Lord ! 

3 Now, oh now, for Jesus' sake, 
Lift the clouds, the fetters break ; 
While I look, and as I cry, 
Touch and cleanse me ere I die. 

Never did I so adore 
Jesus Christ, thy Son, before ; 
Now the time ! and this the place ! 
Gracious Father, show thy grace. 

Alexander Clark. 

1084. 

1 Thou who did'st on Calvary bleed, 
Thou who dost for sinners plead, 
Help me in my time of need, 
Jesus, Saviour, hear my cry. 

Refr. — Hear my cry, hear my cry . 
Jesus, Saviour, hear my cry. 

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MISCELLANEOUS, 



2 In my darkness and my grief, 
With my heart of unbelief, 

I, who am of sinners chief, 
Jesus, lift to thee mine eye. 

3 Foes without and fears within, 
With no plea thy grace to win, 
But that thou canst save from sin ? 

Jesus, to thy cross I fly. 

4 There on thee I cast my care, 
There to thee I raise my prayer, 
Jesus save me from despair, 

Save me, save me, or I die. 

5 When the storms of trial lower, 
When I feel temptation's power, 
In the last and darkest hour, 

Jesus, Saviour, be thou nigh. 

James Drummoud Burns, 1858- 

1085. 

1 Behold, behold the Lamb of God, 

On the cross ! 
For us he shed his precious blood 

On the cross. 
Oh ! hear that strange expiring cry— 
u Eli, lama sabacthani ?" 
Draw near and see the Saviour die 

On the cross. 

2 And now the mighty deed is done, 

On the cross. 
The battle's fought, the victory's won, 

On the cross. 
The rocks do rend, the mountains quake, 
While Jesus doth atonement make, 
While Jesus suffers for our sake, 

On the cross. 

3 Where'er I go I'll tell the story 

Of the cross ; 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 



In nothing else my soul shall glory. 

Save the cross. 
Yes, this my constant theme shall be, 
Through time, and in eternity. 
That Jesus conquered death for me 

On the cross. 

1086. 

1 By faith I see my Saviour dying, 

On the tree, on the tree ; 
To every nation he is crying. 

Look to me ! look to me ! 
He bids the guilty now draw near, 
Repent, believe, dismiss their fear. 
Hark ! hark ! what precious words I hear, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free ! 

2 Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing, 

Pity me, pity me ? 
And did he snatch my soul from ruin ? 

Can it be, can it be ? 
Oh yes ! he did salvation bring. 
He is my Prophet. Priest and King, 
And now my happy soul can sing. 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

3 Long as I live I'll still be crying, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free ; 
And this shall be my theme when dying, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 
And when the vale of death I've pass'd, 
When lodged above the stormy blast, 
I'll sing while endless ages last, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

R. Jukes, 1842. 

1087. 

i Hark ! hark ! hark ! 

'Tis a message of mercy free ! 
Oh sinner thy crimson sins are dark, 
But Jesus hath died for thee. 
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M IS CELL A XEOVS, 



Cho. Died for thee. Died for thee. 
Oh sinner thy crimson sins are dark, 
But Jesus hath died for thee. 

2 Look ! look ! look ! 

Oh look to the blood-stained tree, 
Thy sins are entered in God's own book, 
But Jesus hath died for thee. Cho. 

3 Come ! come ! come ! 

Twas Jesus who rescued me. 
He healeth the leper, the lame, the dumb, 
Oh sinner, he died for thee ! Cho. 

4 Hasre ! haste ! haste ! 

Delay not from death to flee, [waste. 
Oh. wherefore the moments in madness 
When Jesus is calling thee. Cho. 

5 Xow ! now ! now ! 

To-morrow too late may be ; 
Oh ! sinner with tears of contrition bow, 
Confessing, He died for me." Clio. 

Times of Refreshing, 1870- 

1088. I 

1 Jesus Christ is passing by, 
Sinner, lift to him thine eye ; 
As the precious moments flee. 
Cry, Be merciful to me ! 

2 Lo! he stands and calls to thee, 

What wilt thou then have of me ?* 
Ri-e. and tell him all thy need ; 
Rise, he caileth thee indeed. 

3 " Lord, I would thy mercy see : 
Lord, reveal thy love to me ; 
Let it penetrate my soul. 

All my heart and life control." 
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4 Oh, how sweet ! the touch of power 
Conies. — it is salvation's hour ; 
Jesus gives from guilt release. 
" Faith hath saved thee, go in peace !" 

J, Denham Smith, i36o- 

1089. 

1 Oh, now I see the crimson wave. 

The fountain deep and wide ; 
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save. 
Points to his wounded side. 

Cho. The cleansing stream, I see, I see 
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me. 
Oh, praise the Lord, it cleanseth me ! 
It cleanseth me, yes cleanseth me ! 

2 I see the new creation rise, 

I hear the speaking blood — 
It speaks! polluted nature dies ! 

Sinks 'neath the cleansing flood. Cho 

3 I rise to walk in heaven's own light. 

Above the world and sin, [white 
With heart made pure, and garments 
And Christ enthron'd within. Cho. 

Phcebe Palmer, 1870. 

1090. 

1 " No condemnation P my soul, 

'Tis God that speaks the word ; 
Perfect in comeliness art thou 

In Christ, thy risen Lord. 
Cho. Who shall then condemn, 

Or bring the accusing word ? 
'Tis Christ that died, yea rose again 

Who pleads for us with God. 

2 In heaven his blood forever speaks, 

In God the Father's ear ; 
His church the jewels on his heart, 
Jesus will ever bear. Cho. 
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MIS CEL LA XE US. 



3 *• Xo condemnation ?' precious word ! 

Consider it. ray soul ; 
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid. 
His stripes have made thee whole. 

Cho. 

4 Teach us. God, to fix our eyes 

On Christ, the spotless Lamb ; 
So shall we love thy gracious wilh 
And glorify thy name. Clio. 

Bristol Hymns, i860 

1091. 

1 Come, sinner, come ! 

The end is drawing near. 
It soon will be too late for thee, 

When Jesus shall appear. 
Believe in him alone. 

And thou art perfect made. 
Complete to stand before the throne, 

As member with the Head. 

2 Believe, believe ! 

No offering canst thou make ; 
The sinner's Saviour now receive ; 

His great salvation take. 
By faith it is thine own. 

List to the heavenly voice. 
Stand up and make the tidings known, 

And with the saints rejoice, 

3 Come, wanderer, come ! 

Why shouldst thou longer stay. 
Feeding on husks so far from home ? 

Oh S make no more delay. 
The Father's home is thine. 

For thee his board is spread. 
For thee is pour'd the strength' ning wine, 

And thine the living bread. 
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MISCELLA NEO US. 



4 All, all awake ! 

The Saviour draweth near ! 
Long have we waited for his sake, 

But he will soon appear. 
Then shall our night be past, 

And hushed each saddened voice, 
Stand forth, ye waiting saints and sing, 

Rejoice ! again rejoice ! • 

5 Come ! Saviour, come ! 

We're yearning for the sight, 
When all who sleep in thee shall rise, 

Transfigured in the light ; 
While we with them shall shine, 

Far from this dreary shore, 
And with thyself forever be, 

In glory evermore. 

Times of 'Refreshing, 1870. 

1092. 

1 I need thee every hour, 

Most gracious Lord ; 
No tender voice like thine 
Can peace afford. 

Refrain. I need thee, oh ! I need thee 
Every hour I need thee ; 
O bless me now, my Saviour 
I come to thee. 

2 I need thee every hour : 

Stay thou near by ; 
Temptations lose their power 
When thou art nigh. 

3 I need thee every hour, 

In joy or pain ; 
Come quickly and abide, 
Or life is vain. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 



4 I need thee every hour ; 

Teach me thy will ; 
And thy rich promises 
In me fulfil. 

5 I need thee every hour, 

Most Holy One ; 
Oh, make me thine indeed, 
Thou blessed Son. 

Mrs. A. S. Hawkes. 

1093. 

1 Light of light shine in ! 
Cast out this night of sin ; 

Create true day within ; 
Light of light, shine in ! 
Refrain, I need thee, oh ! I need thee ; 
Every hour I need thee ; 
O bless me now my Saviour ! 
O come to me. 

2 O Joy of joys, come in ! 
End thou this grief of sin ! 

Create calm peace within ; 
Joy of joys, come in ! 

3 Life of life, pour in ! 
Expel this death of sin ; 

Awake true life within ; 
O Life of life, pour in ! 

4 O Love of love, flow in ! 
This hateful root of sin 

Pluck up, destroy within ; 
Love of love, flow in ! 

5 My God and Lord, oh come ! 
Of joys the Joy and Sum, 

Make in this heart thy home ; 
My God and Lord, oh come ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1870. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

1094. 

1 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, 

Hear my humble cry ; 
While on others thou art smiling, 

Do not pass me by. 
Cho. Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry, 

While on others thou art calling, 
Do not pass me by. 

2 Let me at a throne of mercy 

Find a sweet relief, 
Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
Help my unbelief. Cho. 

3 Trusting only in thy merit, 

Would I seek thy face ; 
Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 
Save me by thy grace. Cho. 

4 Thou, the spring of all my comfort, 

More than life to me ; 
Whom have I on earth beside thee ? 
Whom in heaven but thee ? Cho. 

Fanny Crosby Van Alstyne, 1869. 

1095. 

1 Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing, 

Thou art scattering full and free — 
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing, 

Let some droppings fall on me — 
Even me, even me, 

Let some droppings fall on me. 

2 Pass me not, oh gracious Father. 

Sinful though my heart may be ; 
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather 
Let thy mercy light on me. — Even me. 

3 Pass me not, oh tender Saviour ; 

Let me love and cling to thee ; 
1 am longing for thy favor ; [ me. 

When thou comest, call for me.-Even 
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MISCELLANEO US. 



4 Pass me not, oh mighty Spirit ; 

Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
Witnesser of Jesus' merit, [me. 
Speak the word of power to me :-E\ en 

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping? 

Long been slighting, grieving thee ? 
Has the world my heart been keeping ? 
Oh, forgive and rescue me.-Even me. 

Elizabeth Codner, i860. 

1096. 

1 u Almost persuaded " now to believe ; 
" Almost persuaded " Christ to receive. 

Seems now some soul to say, 
" Go, Spirit, go thy way, 
Some more convenient day 
On thee I'll call." 

2 Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; 
" Almost persuaded," turn not away. 

Jesus invites you here, 
Angels are lingering near, 
Prayers rise from hearts so dear ; 
Oh, wanderer, come ! 

3 ;> Almost persuaded,'* harvest is past ! 

" Almost persuaded," doom comes at last ! 
fc< Almost " can not avail ; 
" Almost " is but to fail ! 
Sad, sad that bitter wail, — 
" Almost," but lost ! 



1 Swell the songs of heaven, there is joy to-day, 
For a soul returning from the wild ; 
See! the Father meets him out upon the way, 

Welcoming his weary lost child. 
Cho. Glory ! glory ! how the angels sing : 

Glory ! glory ! how the loud harps ring ; 
"Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea, 
Pealing forth the anthem of the free. 
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MIS CEL L A N E US . 



2 Swell the songs of heaven ! there is joy to day, 

For the wanderer now is reconciled! 
Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way, 
And is born anew a ransomed child. " Clio. 

3 Swell the songs of heaven ! spread the feast to day ; 

Angels swell the glad, triumphant strain ; 
Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away. 
For a precious soul is born again * Cho. 

1098. 

1 All ye who pass by, 
To Jesus draw nigh ; 

To you is it nothing that Jesus should die ? 

Your ransom and peace, 

Your surety he is : 
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. 

2 For what you have done, 
His blood must atone, 

In grace God hath punished for you his 
dear Son ; 

The Lord in the day 

Of his anger did lay [away. 
Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them 

3 He died to atone 
For sins not his own ; 

Your debt he hath paid, and your work 
he hath done ; 
Ye all may receive 
The peace he did leave, 
Who made intercession, — k> My Father, 
forgive." 

4 For you and for me 
He prayed on the tree : 

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free ; 

That sinner am I, 

Who on Jesus rely, 
And come for the pardon God will not 
deny. 

730 



MIS CELL A NE US. 

1099. 

1 The loving Saviour 
Stands patiently; 
Though oft rejected, 
Calls again for thee. 

Cho. — Calling now for thee, prodigal, 
Calling now for thee ; 
Thou hast wandered far away, 
But he's calling now for thee. 

2 Oh, boundless mercy, 
Free, free to all ! 
Stay child of error, 

Heed the tender call. Cho. 

3 Though all unworthy, 
Come, now, come home — 
Say, while he's waiting, 
Jesus, Lord, I come. Cho, 

P. P. Bliss, 1874. 

1100. 

1 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give 
Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe. 

Cho. Hallelujah, 'tis done ! I believe on the Son ; 
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One. 

2 Though the pathway be lonely, and dangerous 

too, 

Surely Jesus is able to carry me through. Cho. 

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng, 
They are safe now in glory, and this is their 

song ; Cho. 

P. P. Bliss, 1874. 

1101. 

1 Come, saints, praise the Lamb, all his mercies 

proclaim, 

And lift up your voices, and sing of his name. 
Cho. Hallelujah, 'tis done ! I believe on the Son; 
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One. 

2 Our sins on the cross he on Calvary bore, 

He blotted them out, and thev now are no more. 

Cho. 

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3 Now pardoned and washed we in Jesus draw 
near, 

And cry " Abba Father/' unhindered bv fear. 

Clio. 

Bristol Hymns, 187a 

1102. 

1 Father, to thee I come, owning how weak I am; 
Grant thy sustaining arm, lead me, I pray. 

2 More of thy love I'd have ; nearer to thee would 

live : 

Earnest heart-service give, day after day. 

3 In the strait righteous path, thou bid'stme walk 

by faith ; 

Oh, grant the grace that hath aided alway. 

4 When I shall tempted be, nothing but clouds 

can see, 

Strengthen my trust in thee, let me not stray. 

5 When comes that final night, ere faith is changed 

to sight, 

Be thou the perfect light, leading to-day. 

Ella Woolcott, 1874- 

1103. 

1 We praise thee, O God ! for the Son thy love, 
For Jesus, who died, and is now gone above. 

Cho. Hallelujah ! Thine the glory, Hallelujah ! 
Amen, 

Hallelujah! Thine the glory, Revive us a 
again. 

2 We praise thee, O God ! for thy Spirit of light ! 
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered 

our night. Clio. 

3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, 
Who hath borne all our sins, and has cleansed 

every stain. Cho. 

4 Revive us again ; fill each heart with thy love ; 
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. 

Cho. 

W. P. Mackay, j863- 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

1104. 

1 Rejoice and be glad ! The Redeemer has come, 
Go look on his cradle, his cross, and his tomb. 

Cho. Sound his praises, tell the story, of him who 
was slain. 

Sound his praises, tell with gladness he liv- 
eth again. 

2 Rejoice and be glad ! it is sunshine at last ! 
The clouds have departed, the shadows are past. 

3 Rejoice and be glad ; for the blood hath been shed ! 
Redemption is finished, the price hath been paid. 

4 Rejoice and be £lad ! now the pardon is free ! 
The just for the unjust, has died on the tree. 

5 Rejoice and be glad ! for the Lamb that was 

slain 

O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again. 

6 Rejoice and be glad ! for our King is on high, 
He pleadeth for us, on his throne in the sky. 

7 Rejoice and be glad ! for he cometh again ; 
He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain. 

Cho. Sound his praises, tell the story, of him who 
was slain. 

Sound his praises, tell with gladness, he 
cometh again. 

Horatius Bonar, 1872. 

1105. 

1 My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine, 
For thee all the follies of sin I resign ; 

My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art thou, 
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 

2 I love thee, because thou, hast first loved me, 
And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree ; 

I love thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow ; 
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 

3 I will love thee in life, I will love thee in death, 
And praise thee as long as thou lendest me 

breath ; 

And say when the death-dew lies cold on my 
brow, 

If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 
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4 In mansions of glory and endless delight, 
I'll ever adore thee in heaven so bright; 
I'll sin<_ r with the ^litterin^ crown on my brow, 
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 

London Hymn Book, 1 864- 

1106. 

1 Whene'er my faithless footsteps stray, 
I miss my Lord upon the wa}^ 

And then — how hard it is to say, 

He loveth me. 
Wild sounds the tempest in my ear, 
Nor sun, nor stars, for days appear, 
And yet my Jesus still is near. 

He loveth me. 

2 How can I doubt him ? for my name 
Is graven on his breast ! He came 
To bear for me my sin and shame ! 

He loveth me. 
Upon the cross I see him bleed, 
Mocked with a crown and broken reed ! 
Made sin for me ! O soul, indeed 

He loveth me. 

3 When drooping, on my way I go, 
That sweet assurance can bestow 
Peace in the darkest hour ; I know 

He loveth me. 
" He loveth me !" Take courage ye 
Who sigh for him you cannot see ! 
Sure none should ever hopeless be ! 

He loveth me. 

Anna Shipton, 1866. 

1 Tossed with rough winds, and faint with 
fear, 

Above the tempest, soft and clear, 
What still small accents greet mine ear ? 
" 'Tis I, 'tis I ; be not afraid." 
734 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



2 These raging winds, this surging sea, 
Bear not a breath of wrath to thee, 
That storm has all been spent on me : 

" 'Tis I, 'tis I ; be not afraid." 

3 The bitter cup, I drank it first ; 
To thee it is no draught accursed ; 
The hand that gives it thee is pierced ; 

" 'Tis I, 'tis I ; be not afraid." 

4 When on the other side thy feet 

Shall rest mid thousand welcomes sweet, 
One well known voice thy heart shall 
greet, 

" 'Tis I, 'tis I ; be not afraid." 

Elizabeth Charles, 1862. 

1108. 

1 Jesus keep me near the cross, 

There a precious fountain, 
Free to all a healing stream, 

Flows from Calvary's mountain. 
Cho. In the cross, in the cross, 
Be my glory ever, 
Till my rapt soul shall find 
Rest beyond the river. 

2 Near the cross ! O Lamb of God, 

Bring its scenes before me ; 
Help me walk from day to day, 

With its shadow o'er me. Gho. 

3 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, 

Hoping, trusting ever, 
Till I reach the golden strand, 

Just beyond the river. Oho. 

Fanny Crosby Van Alstyne, i86q. 

1109. 

\ See the gentle Shepherd standing 
Where the quiet waters flow ; 
To the pastures green inviting, 
Hungry, thirsty, let us go. 
735 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



Cho. Where he leads we will follow, 
Where he leads we will follow, 
Where he leads we will follow, 
We will follow all the way. 

2 Only by the door we enter, 

All who enter he will save ; 
Life abundantly bestowing, 

Though his life the Shepherd gave. 

Cho. 

3 Safe within the fold he leads us, 

He the Shepherd, we his own ; 
And as him the Father knoweth, 

Precious thought — of him we're 
known. Cho 

P. P. Bliss, 1874. 

1110. 

1 He leadeth me ! O blessed thought, 

O words with heavenly comfort fraught, 
Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me ! 
Ref. He leadeth me ! he leadeth me ! 

By his own hand he leadeth me ; 
His faithful follower I would be, 
For by his hand he leadeth me. 

2 Sometimes, 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, 

Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. Ref. 

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
Nor ever murmur nor repine, 
Content, whatever lot I see, 

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. Ref. 

4 And when my task on earth is done, 
When by thy grace the victory's won, 
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. 

Ref. 

J. 3. GUmore, i8zq. 

736 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



1111. 

1 This is the day of toil, 

Beneath earth's sultry noon, 
This is the day of service true, 
But resting cometh soon. 

Hallelujah ! 
There remains a rest for us. 



2 Serve we our God in faith, 

No work for him is vain ; 
Blessed and holy is the toil, 
And infinite the gain. 

Hallelujah ! etc. 

3 Spend and be spent would we, 

While lasteth time's brief day ; 
No turning back in coward fear, 
No lingering by the way. 

Hallelujah ! etc. 

4 Onward we press in haste, 

Upward our journey still ; 
Ours is the path the Master trod 
Through good report and ill. 

Hallelujah ! etc. 

5 We have forsaken all, 

Jesus to follow thee ; 
We counted well the cost, Lord, 
We pay it cheerfully. 

Hallelujah ! etc. 

6 The way may rougher grow, 

The weariness increase, 
We gird our loins and hasten on, 
The end, the end is peace. 

Hallelujah ! 
There remains a rest for us. 

Horatius Bonar, 1872. 

737 7 



311 S CELLANEOUS. 



1112. 

1 One more day's work for Jesus, 

One less of life for me ! 

But heav'n is nearer, 

And Christ is dearer 
Than yesterday to me : 

His love and light 

Fill my soul to-night. 

Cho. One more day's work for Jesus, 
One more day's work for Jesus, 
One more day's work for Jesus, 
One less of life for me. 

2 One more day's work for Jesus ; 

How glorious is my King ! 

'Tis joy, not duty, 

To speak his beauty ; 
My soul mounts on the wing 

At the mere thought 

How Christ my life has bought. Cho 

3 One more day's work for Jesus ; 

How sweet the work has been, 

To tell the story, 

To show the glory, 
Where Christ's flock enter in ! 

How it did shine 

In this poor heart of mine ! Clio 

4 One more day's work for Jesus — 

O, yes, a weary day ; 

But heaven shines clearer, 

And rest comes nearer 
At each step of the way ; 

And Christ in all — 

Before his face I fall. Oho. 

5 O, blessed work for Jesus ! 

O, rest at Jesus' feet ! 

There toil seems pleasure, 
738 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

My wants are treasure, 
And pain for him is sweet. 
Lord, if I may, 

Til serve another day ! C7io t 

Anna Warner, 1874. 

1113. 

1 Work, for the night is coming, 

Work through the sunny noon ; 
Fill the bright hours with labor, 

Rest comes sure and soon. 
Give every flying minute 

Something to keep in store ; 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man works no more. 

2 Work, for the night is coining, 

Under the sunset skies ; 
While their bright tints are glowing, 

Work, for the daylight flies. 
Work till the last beam fadeth, 

Fadeth to shine no more ; 
Work while the night is dark'ning, 

When man's work is o'er. 

Sidney Dyer, 1865. 

1114. 

1 I love to tell the story 

Of unseen things above, 
Of Jesus and his glory, 

Of Jesus and his love. 
I love to tell the story 

Because I know 'tis true ; 
It satisfies my longings 

As nothing else can do. 

Cho. I love to tell the story, 

'Twill be my theme in glory 
To tell the old, story, 
Of Jesus and his love. 

2 I love to tell the story ; 

'Tis pleasant to repeat 
739 



MISCELLANEOUS* 

What seems, each time I tell it, 

More wonderfully sweet . 
I love to tell the story ; 

For some have never heard 
The message of salvation 

From God's own holy word. 

3 I love to tell the story ; 

For those who know it best 
Seem hungering and thirsting 

To hear it like the rest. 
And when, in scenes of glory, 

I sing the new, new Song, 
Twill be the old, old Story 

That I have loved so long ! 

Kate Hankey, 1865. 

1115. 

1 All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 

All my being's ransomed powers, 
All my thoughts and words and doings, 

All my days and all my hours. 
All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 

All my days and all my hours. 

2 Let my hands perform his bidding ; 

Let my feet run in his ways ; 
Let my eyes see Jesus only ; 

Let my lips speak forth his praise. 
All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 

Let my lips speak forth his praise. 

3 Worldlings prize their gems of beauty, 

Cling to gilded toys of dust, 
Boast of wealth, and fame, and pleasure ; 

Only Jesus will I trust. 
Only Jesus ! only Jesus ! 

Only Jesus will I trust. 

4 Since my eyes were fixed on Jesus, 

I've lost sight of all beside, — 
740 



Cho. 



Cho. 



MISCELLA NEOUS. 

So enchained my spirit's vision, 

Looking at the crucified. 
All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 

All for Jesus crucified ! 

5 Oh. what wonder ! how amazing ! 

Jesus, glorous King of kings, 
Deigns to call me his beloved, 

Lets me rest beneath his wings. 
All for Jesus ! all for Jesus ! 

Resting now beneath his wings. 

Mary D. James, 1870. 

1116. 

1 O'er the distant mountains breaking, 

Comes the reddening dawn of day : 
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, 
Rise, and sing and watch and pray ; 

Tis thy Saviour, 
On his bright, returning way. 

2 O thou long-expected, weary 

Waits my anxious soul for thee ; 
Life is dark, and earth is dreary, 
"Where thy light I do not see : 

O my Saviour, 
When wilt thou return to me ! 

3 Nearer is my soul's salvation. 

Spent the night, the day at hand; 
Keep me in my lowly station, 
Watching for thee, till I stand, 

my Saviour, 
In thy bright and promised land ! 

4 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning, 

Swift to hear, and slow to roam, 
Watching for thy glad returning, 
To restore me to my home, 

Come, my Saviour ! 
my Saviour, quickly come ! 

J. S. B. Monsell, 1863. 

741 



MISCELLANEOUS, 



1117. 

1 We are watching, we are waiting 
For the bright prophetic day,, 
When the shadows, weary shadows, 
From the world shall roll away. * 

Cho. We are waiting for the morning, 
Lo, the beauteous day is dawning, 
We are waiting for the morning, 

For the golden light of dav. 
Lo, he comes ! see the King draw 
near ; 

Zion, shout, the Lord is here. 

2 We are watching, we are waiting 

For the star that brings the day, 
When the night of sin shall vanish, 
And the shadows melt away. Cho. 

3 We are watching, we are waiting 

For the beauteous King of day : 
For the chiefest of ten thousand. 
For the Light, the Truth, the Way. 

1118. Cho - 

1 Lo, the day of Christ's appearing, 

Day of life, and day of light, 
Day when death itself shall perish, 
Day which ne'er shall set in night. Cho. 

2 Steadily that day is coming, 

When the just shall find their rest, 
When the wicked cease from troubling, 
And the patient reign most blest. Cho. 

3 See the King desired for ages, 

By the just expected long ; 
Long implored, at length he hasteth ; 
Cometh with salvation strong, Cho. 

4 Oh. how past all utterauce happy, 

Sweet and joyful will it be ! 
742 



MI SC ELL A NEO US. 



When they who, unseen, have loved him, 
Jesus face to face shall see. Clio, 

5 Blessed, then, earth's patient mourners, 
Who for him have toiled and died, 
Called to share with him his glory, 
With him ever to abide. Cho. 

Elizabeth Charles, 1865. 

1119 

1 Oh shout for joy ! let songs arise, 

The Lamb that once was slain, 
Will come in glory from the skies. 
Upon the earth to reign. 
Cho. We will stand the storm, 
It will not be very long, 
We will anchor by and by. 

2 The trumpet sounds; its awful voice 

Is heard o'er land and sea ; 
And saints arising now rejoice 
To live eternally. Cho. 

3 Yes, they shall live forevermore, 

Secure from toil and pain ; 
And on that bright and happy shore, 
With their Redeemer reign. Cho. 

4 All hail that bright, eternal day, 

When David's rightful heir 
Shall take the throne and hold the sway, 
In glorious triumph there. Cho. 

Anon. 

1120. 

1 Take the name of Jesus with you, 
Child of sorrow and of woe — 
It will joy and comfort give you, 
Take it then where'er you go. 
Cho. Precious name, O how sweet! 

Hope of earth and joy of heaven. 
743 



MTS CELL A NEOUS. 



2 Take the name of Jesus ever, 

As a shield from every snare ; 
If temptations round you gather, 

Breathe that holy name in prayer. Clio. 

3 O the precious name of Jesus ; 

How it thrills our souls with joy, 
When his loving arms receive us. 
And his songs our tongues employ. 

Cho. 

4. At the name of Jesus bowing, 
Falling prostrate at his feet, 
King of kings in heaven we'll crown him, 
When our journey is complete. Cho. 

Lydia Baxter, 1873. 

1121. 

1 Hark, the sound of holy voices 
Chanting at the crystal sea, 
Hallelujah, hallelujah, 
Hallelujah ! Lord, to thee. 

Cho. Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, 
Hallelujah to the Lamb. 

2 Multitudes which none can number, 
Like the stars in glory, stand 
Clothed in white apparel, holding 
Victor-palms in every hand. Cho. 

3 They have come from tribulation, 
And have washed their robes in blood, 
Washed them in the blood of Jesus ; 
Tried they were, and firm they stood. 

Cho. 

4 Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffered, 
Gladly, Lord, with thee they died ; 
And by death to life immortal 

They were born and glorified. Cho. 
744 



MISCELLANEO US. 



5 Love and peace tliey taste forever, 
And all truth and knowledge see 
In the beatific vision 
Of the Blessed Trinity. Clio. 

\\^^ Christopher Wordsicorili, 1863. 

1 'Tis the very same Jesus, 

Who once was crucified, 
That's seated now in glory, 
Close by the Father's side. 
Cho. For he rose and went to heaven in 
a cloud. 

2 'Tis those blessed feet of Jesus 

Once pierced upon the tree, 
That are standing now in glory, 
To intercede for me. Cho. 

3 'Tis those sacred hands of Jesus 

Which blessed the chosen band. 
That are lifting now their nail-prints 
For me at God's right hand. Cho. 

4 'Tis the same dear form of Jesus, 

That glory-circled head, 
Once scarred with thorns surrounded, 
" Which liveth and was dead." Cho. 

5 'Tis this very same Jesus 

Exalted now on high, 
Who will come again in glory 
Descending from the sky. 
Cho. Yes, he'll come again from heaven in 
a cloud. Ano7lt 

1123. 

1 Oh to be over yonder, 
In that land, that land of wonder, 
Where the angel voices mingle, and the angel 
harpers rincr ; 
To be free from care and sorrow, 
Ard the anxious, dread to-morrow, 
To rest in light and sunshine in the presence of 
the King. 
745 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



2 Oh to be over yonder ! 

My yearning heart arrows fonder 
Of looking to the east, to sec the day»star bring 
Some tidings of the wakinor, 
The cloudless, pure day breaking : 
My heart is yearning, yearning for the coming of 
the King, 

3 Oh to be over yonder ! 
Alas ! I sigh and wonder 

Why clings my poor weak heart to any earthly 
thing. 

Each tie of earth must sever, 
And pass away forever ; 
But there's no more separation in the presence of 
the King. 

4 Oh, when shall I be dwelling 
Where the angel voices, swelling 

In triumphant hallelujahs, make the vaulted heav- 
ens ring ? 

Where the pearly gates are gleaming, 
And the morning star is beaming 1 

5 Oh. when shall I be yonder ? 
The longing groweth stronger 

To join in all the praises the redeemed ones do 
sing ; 

Within those heavenly places, 
Where the angels veii their faces 
In awe and adoration in the presence of the King. 

6 Oh, I shall soon be yonder, k 
All lonely as I wander, 

Yearning for the welcome summer, longing for 
the bird's fleet wing. 
The midnight may be dreary, 
And the heart be worn and weary, 
But there's no more shadow yonder in the presence 
of the King. 

Miss Armstrong, 1-870. 

1124. 

1 Tbe Bridegroom comes ! 

Bride of the Lamb, awake ! 
The midnight cry is heard ; 
Thy sleep forsake. 
746 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 The marriage day 

Has come ; lift up thy head ! 
Put on thy bridal robe, 
The feast is spread. 

3 Shake off earth's dust, 

And wash thy weary feet ! 
Arise, make haste, go forth, 
The Bridegroom greet. 

4 Sing the new song ! 

Thy triumph has begun ; 
Thy tears are wiped away, 
Thy night is done ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1870. 

1125. 

1 Caught up ! caught up ! no wing required, 
Caught up to him, by love inspired, 

To meet him in the air ! 
Spurning the earth, with upward bound, 
Nor casting a single glance around, 
Nor listing a single earth-born sound, 

Caught up in the radiant air. 

2 Caught up, with rapture and surprise, 
Caught up, our fond affections rise 

Our coming Lord to meet ; 
Hearing the trumpet's glorious sound, 
Soaring to join the rising crowd. 
Gazing beyond the parted cloud, 

Beneath his pierced feet ! 

3 O blessed, O thrice-blessed word ! 
To be forever with the Lord, 

In heavenly beauty fair ! 
Up, up ! we long to hear the cry ; 
Up. up! our absent Lord draws nigh ; 
Yes, in the twinkling of an eye, 

Caught up in the radiant air ! 

Times of Befreshing, 1870. 

747 



MISCELLA NEO US. 

112G. 

1 Ascend, beloved, to the joy ; 

The festal-clay has come ; 
To-night the Lamb doth feast his own, 
To-night he with his Bride sits down, 
To-night puts on the spousal crown. 

In the great upper room. 

2 Sorrow and sighing are no more. 

The weeping hours are past ; 
To-night the waiting will be done, 
To-night the wedding-robe put on, 
The glory and the joy begun ; 

The crown has come at last. 

3 Ascend, beloved, to the life ; 

Our days of death are o'er ; 
Mortality has done its worst, 
The fetters of the tomb are burst, 
The last has now become the first. 

For ever, evermore. 

4 Ascend, beloved, to the feast ; 

3 lake haste, thy day is come ; 
Thrice blest are they, the Lamb doth call. 
To share the heavenly festival. 
In the new Salem's palace-hall, 

Our everlasting home ! 

Horatius Bonar, 1S70 

1127. 

1 Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
Safe on his gentle breast. 
There by his love o'ershaded, 
Sweetly my soul shall rest. 
Hark ! 'tis the voice of angels 

Borne in a song to me, 
Over the fields of glory, 
Over the jasper sea. 
748 



MISCELLANEO US. 



Cho. Safe in the arms of Jesu,s, 
Safe on his gentle breast, 
There, by his love o'ershaded, 
Sweetly my soul shall rest. 

2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, 

Safe from corroding care, 
Safe from the world's temptations, 

Sin cannot harm me there. 
Free from the blight of sorrow, 

Free from my doubts and fears ; 
Only a few more trials, 

Only a few more tears. 

3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, 

Jesus has died for me ; 
Firm on the Rock of Ages 

Ever my trust shall be. 
Here let me wait with patience, 

Wait till the night is o'er ; 
Wait till I see the morning 

Break on the golden shore. 

Fanny Crosby Van Alstyne, i&SS. 



1128. 

1 Ho ! my comrades, see the signal, 

Waving in the sky ! 
Reinforcements now appearing, 
Victory is nigh ! 

Cho. " Hold the fort, for I am coming," 
Jesus signals still, 
Wave the answer back to heaven, 
u By thy grace we will." 

2 See the mighty host advancing, 

Satan leading on ; 
Mighty men around us falling, 
Courage almost gone. Cho. 
749 



MISCELLANEO US. 

3 See the glorious banner waving, 

Hear the bugle blow ; 
In our Leader's name we'll triumph 
Over every foe. Oho. 

4 Fierce and long the battle rages, 

But our help is near ; 
Onward comes our Great Commander, 
Cheer, my comrades, cheer ! Oho % 

P. P. Bliss, 874. 

1129. 

1 Friends of temperance, lift your banners, 

Wave them in the air ; 
Sing ye now your glad hosannas, 
Sound them loud and clear. 

Cho. Jesus Christ, the strong deliverer, 
Pledges you his grace ; 
Fight the foe in holy warfare, 
Meet him face to face. 

2 Men and women, youth and maidens, 

March against the foe, 
With the strength of Christ invested, 
Praying as ye go. Olio. 

3 Lo ! the hour of victory cometh, 

See the dawning day ; 
Rouse, ye drunkards, break your bondage, 
Dash your cups away. Oho. 

Arthur Bitterger, 1875. 



750 



DOXOLOGIES. 



Note to Clergymen. — The numbers on the right (in 
parenthesis) refer to the pages in the edition with Music on 
which these Doxologies may be found. Where the edition 
with Music is used besides this, it will be necessary to an- 
nounce both numbers. 



1 . Gloria Patrt. (252) 

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, 

And to the Holy Ghost ; 
As it was in the beginning, is now, and 
ever shall be, 

World without end. Amen. 

2. L. M. (270) 
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 

Thomas Ken, 1697. 

3. L. M. (323) 
To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 

Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
By all on earth, and all in heaven ! 

Isaac Watts, l 7°9- 

4. L.M. (144) 

future Judge, eternal Lord, 
Thy name be hallowed and adored : 
To God the Father, King of heaven, 
And Holy Ghost, like praise be given. 

^ \ from the Laiin, by J. Chandler, 1837. 
751 



DOXOLOGIES. 



5. L. M. (353) 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
May every tongue and nation raise 
An endless song of thankful praise. 

Tr.from the Latin, by J. Chandler ; 1837- 

6. L . M. (364) 
To thee, Eternal Three in One, 

Let homage meet by all be done : 
As by the cross thou dost restore, 
To rule and guide us evermore. 

Tr.from the Latin, by J. M. Neale, 1851. 

7. L . M. (205) 

Now to the Father, to the Son, 
And to the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be praise, and thanks, and glory given, 
By men on earth, by saints in heaven. 

J. H. Newman, 1742. 

8. c. M. (274) 

1 The God of mercy be adored, 

Who calls our souls from death, 
Who saves by his redeeming word 
And new-creating breath. 

2 To praise the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit all divine, 
The One in Three and Three in One, 
Let saints and angels join. 

Isaac Watts, I7°9- 

9. c.M. (258) 
Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit be adored, [known, 
Where there are works to make him 
Or saints to love the Lord. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

752 



DOXOLOGIES. 



10. CM. (425) 

Honor to the almighty Three, 

And everlasting One : 
All glory to the Father be, 

The Spirit, and the Son. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

11. CM. (426) 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God. whom we adore, 

Be glory as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore ! 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

12. CM. (101) 

Praise to the Father, and the Son, 
Who dwells aloft in heaven, 

And to the Spirit, Three in One, 
Let equal praise be given. 

Tr.from the Latin, by J. Chandler, 1837. 

13. C. M. (141) 

To God the Father glory be, 

And to his only Son, 
And to the Spirit, One and Three, 

While endless ages run. 

J. H. Newman, 1842. 

t4. C. M. (214) 

Praise to the Father, as is meet, 

Praise to the only Son, 
Praise to the Holy Paraclete, 

While endless ages run. 

J. H. Neivman, 1836. 

753 



DOXO LOGIES. 



15. c.M. (216) 
Honor and glory, power and praise, 

To Father and to Son, 
And Holy Ghost, be paid always, 
The Eternal Three in one. 

J. H. Newman, 1840. 

16. c. M. (255; 
All glory to the Father be, 

All glory to the Son, 
All glory, Holy Ghost, to thee, 
While endless ages run. 

Hymns, Ancient and Modern. 1861. 

17. s. M. (20) 

1 Let God the Maker's name 

Have honor, love and fear, 
To God the Saviour pay the same, 
And God the Comforter. 

2 Father of lights above, 

Thy mercy we adore, 
The Son of thy eternal love, 
And Spirit of thy power. 

Isaac Watts, i7°9- 

18. S. M. (408) 

Give to the Father praise ; 

Give glory to the Son ; 
And to the Spirit of his grace 

Be equal honor done. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 

19. S. ML (183) 

The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
TVe praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 

Sir H. W. Baker, i860. 



DOXOLOGIES. 



20. S. M. (150) 
We give thee glory, Lord, 

Thy Majesty adore ; 
Thee Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
We bless forevermore. 

Horatius Bonar, 1868. 

21. s. M. (317) 

Jesus, eternal Son, 

We praise thee and adore, 
Who art with God the Father one, 
And Spirit evermore. 

Anon. 

22. 7s. Double. (97) 
Hallelujah ! joyful raise 

Heart and voice our God to praise : 
Praise the Father ! praise the Son ! 
Praise the Spirit ! Three in One. 
One to perfect all the plan 
Of redeeming ruined man : 
Triune God, to thee be given 
Praise on earth and praise in heaven. 

Newman Kali, 1857. 

23. 7S. 6 LINES. (96) 

Blessing, honor, glory, might, 
And dominion infinite, 
To the Father of our Lord, 
To the Spirit and the Word, 
As it was all worlds before, 
Is, and shall be evermore. 

Josiah Conder, 1827. 

24. 7S. 6 LINES. (112) 

Praise the name of God most high, 
Praise him, all below the sky ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host ; 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore his praise shall last. 

Anon. 

755 



DOXOLOGIES. 



25. 7s. (19) 

Holy Father, hear our cry, 
Through thy Son, our Lord most High, 
Whom our thankful hearts adore 
With the Spirit evermore. 

Charles Coffin, 1676-1749. 

26. 7s. (163) 
Holy Father, Holy Son, 

Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Glory as of old to thee 
Now and evermore shall be. 

Thomas Scott, 1773. 

27. 7s . (237) 
To the Father, and the Son, 

And the Spirit, Three in One, 
As of old, and as in heaven, 
Now and here be glory given. 

J. H. Newman, 1840. 

28. 7s. (384) 

Sing we to our God above 
Praise eternal as his love : 
Praise him all ye heavenly host ; 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Anon. 

29. 7S&6S. (283) 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Blessing, honor, glory be 
Given by all the heavenly host, 
And all on earth, to thee. 

Anon. 

30. 7s & 6s. Double. (1o"J 
To the Father, to the Son, 

And the Spirit, ever blest, 
Everlasting Three in One, 
Be all praise addressed. 
756 



DOXOLOGIES. 



Praise from all above, below, 
As throughout the ages past, 

Now is given and shall be so, 
While the ages last. 

Anon. 

31. 8s & 7s. Double. (391) 

1 Praise the God of our salvation ; 

Praise the Father's boundless love ; 
Praise the Lamb, our expiation ; 
Praise the Spirit from above. 

2 Author of the new creation, 

Him by whom our spirits live ; 
Undivided adoration 

To the one Jehovah give ! 

Josiah Condor, 1836. 



8s, 7s & 4s. (45) 

Glory be to God the Father ! 

Glory be to God the Son ! 
Glory be to God the Spirit ! 

Great Jehovah, Three in One : 
Glory, glory, 
While eternal ages run. 

Eoratius Bonar, 1868. 



6s & 4s. (288) 

To God, the Father, Son, 
And Spirit, Three in One, 

All praise be given ! 
Crown him in every song ; 
To him your hearts belong ; 
Let all his praise prolong, 

On earth, in heaven ! 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

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DOXOLOQIES. 



34. C. P. M. (28) 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

The God whom heaven's triumphant host 

And saints on earth adore, 
Be glory as in ages past, 
Is now, and shall forever last, 

When time shall be no more ! 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 



35. H . M. (321) 

To God the Father's throne 

Perpetual honors raise ; 
Glory to God the Son, 
To God the Spirit praise : 
With all our powers, eternal King, 
Thy name we sing, while faith adores. 

Isaac Watts, 1709. 



Great Jehovah, we adore thee, 
God the Father, God the Son. 

God the Spirit, joined in glory 
On the same eternal throne : 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One ! 

Anon 



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SELECTIONS FOR CHANTING. 



DOXOLOGIES. 
1 • Gloria in Excelsis. 

1 Glory be to | God on | high, and || on 

earth | peace, good- 1 will toward j men. 

2 We praise thee, we bless thee, we ; 

worship | thee, || we glorify thee, we 
give thanks to | thee for | thy great 
I glory, 

3 O Lord God, | heavenly | King, || God 

the j Father, | Al- | mighty. 

4 Lord, the only begotten Son, | Jesus 

Christ ; || O Lord God, Lamb of 
God, Son | of the | Father, 

5 That takest away the | sins • of the i 

world, || have mercy | upon | us. 

6 Thou that takest away the | sins • of the 

| world, || have mercy | upon | us. 

7 Thou that takest away the | sins • of the 

| world, || re- | ceive our | prayer. 

8 Thou that sittest at the right hand of ; 

God the | Father, || have mercy | upon 
| us. 

9 For thou | only • art | holy ; || thou j 

only | art the | Lord; 

10 Thou only, O Christ, with the | Holy 

| Ghost, H art most high in the | 
glory of | God the | Father. || A-jmen. 

Ascribnl u Telesphorus Bishop of Rome, 128" 139. 

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DOXOLOGIES. 



2» tb Deum Laudamus. 

1 TVe praise | thee, | God ; || we ack- 

nowledge [ thee to | be the | Lord ; 

2 All the earth doth | worship | thee, || the 

| Father | ever- [ lasting. 

3 To thee all angels | cry a- | loud, || the 

heavens, and | all the | powers ■ tliere- 
| in. 

4 To thee cherubim and | sera- [ phim|| 

con- | tinual- | ly do | cry, 

5 Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth, 

Heaven and earth are full of the maj- 
esty of thy glory. 

6 The glorious company of the apostles 

| praise — | thee ; || the goodly fellow- 
ship of the | prophets | praise — | 
thee ; 

7 The noble army of martyrs | praise — | 

thee ; || the Holy Church throughout 
all the world | doth ac- | knowledge | 
thee, 

8 The Father of an | infi-nite | majesty ; 

j| thine adorable, | true, and | only| 
Son ; 

9 Also the | Holy | Ghost, || the | Com- | 

fort- j er. 

10 Thou art the King of | glory, ■ O | 

Christ; || thou art the ever- | lasting 
| Son ■ of the | Father. 

11 When thou tookest upon thee to de-| 

liver | man, |j thou didst humble thyself 
to be | born — | of a | virgin. 

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DOXOLOGIES. 



12 When thou hadst overcome the | sharp- 

ness • of | death, || thou didst open the 
kingdom of | heaven 1 to | all be-| 
lievers. 

13 Thou sittest at the right | hand of | God, 

|| in the | glory | of the | Father. ■ 

14 We believe that | thou shalt | come, || 

to be | our — | Judge. 

15 We therefore pray thee | help thy | ser- 

vants, || whom thou hast redeemed | 
with thy | precious | blood. 

16 Make them to be numbered | with thy 

| saints, || in | glory | ever- | lasting. 

17 Lord, save thy people, and | bless 

thine | heritage ; || govern them, and | 
lift them | up for- | ever. 

18 Day by day we | magni-fy | thee, || and 

we worship thy name ever, | world 
with- | out — | end. 

1 9 Vouch- | safe, | Lord, \[ to keep us | 

this day | without | sin. 

20 Lord, have | mercy ■ up- | on us, || 

have | mercy | upon | us. 

21 Lord, let thy mercy | be up- | on us, 

|| as our | trust — j is in | thee. 

22 O Lord, in | thee, in | thee have I | 

trusted ; | let me | never | be co-found- 
ed. Amen ! 
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D0X0L0GIE8. 



3 • Trisagion. 

1 Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of Saba- 

oth; Heaven and earth are full | of 
thy | glory. 

2 Hosanna in the highest ! Blessed is he 

that cometh in the name of the Lord ; 
Ho- | sanna | in the | highest ! 

4 • Tersanctus. 

Therefore with angels, and archan- 
gels, and with all the company of | 
heaven, | we laud and magnify thy 
glorious | name, j evermore praising 
thee, and | saying, | Holy, | Holy, | 
Holy Lord | God of | hosts ; | Heaven 
and earth are | full of | thy | glory : 
Glory be to | thee, O | Lord, Most | 
High. | Amen. 

5. & ()• Gloria Patri. 

Glory be to the | Father, and | to the | 
Son, and to the | Holy | Ghost; As 
it ! was in the be- | ginning, is | now, 
and ever | shall be, | world without 
end. A = | men. 



762 



RESPONSES. 



RESPONSES. 

7. 

Lord, have | mercy up- | on us, | and 
write all | these thy | laws in our | 
hearts, we be- | seech | thee. 

8. 

1 The law of the Lord is perfect, con- | 

verting • the | soul : 
The testimony of the Lord is sure, mak- 
ing | wise the | simple. 

2 The statutes of the Lord are right, re- | 

joicing • the | heart : 

The commandment of the Lord is pure, 
en- | lightening ■ the | eyes. 

3 The fear of the Lord is clean, en- | dur- 

ing • for- | ever: 

The judgments of the Lord are true and 
righteous | alto-gether. 

4 More to be desired are they than gold, 

yea, than | much fine | gold : 

Sweeter also than honey and the ] honey- 
| comb. 

5 Moreover by them is thy | servant | 

warned : 

And in keeping of them there is | great 
re- | ward. 

9. 

Glory be to | thee, | glory be to | thee, 
to | thee, | O | Lord. 

763 



PSALMS. 



PSALMS, 

• Psalm xix. (Kesponsive.) 

1 The heavens declare the glory of God ; | 

and the firmament showeth his | handy 
= work. 

2 Day unto day utter eth speech, — 

and night unto | night . . showeth | 
knowledge. 

3 There is no speech nor language where 

their | voice . . is not | heard. 

4 Their line is gone out through all the 

earth, — 

and their words to the | end . . of the \ 
world. 

5 In them hath he set a tabernacle for the 

sun, | 

which is as a bridegroom coming out 

of his chamber, 
and rejoiceth as a strong man to | run 

. . a | race. 

6 His going forth is from the end of the 

heaven, — 
and his circuit to the ends of it, — 
and there is nothing hid from, the \ heat 

. . there \ of 

7 The law of the Lord is perfect, — 

con- | verting . . the | soul. 
The testimony of the Lord is sure, — 
making | wise . . the \ simple. 
764 



PSALMS. 

8 The statutes of the Lord are right, — 

re- | joicing . . the | heart. 
The commandment of the Lord is pure, — 
en- | lightening . . the j eyes. 

9 The fear of the Lord is clean, — 

en- | during . . for- j ever. 

The judgments of the Lord are true, — 
and | righteous . . alto- | gether. 

10 More to be desired are they than gold, — 

yea, than much fine gold ; — 
sweeter also than honey and the | 
honey = | comb. 

11 Moreover, by them is thy servant 

warned ; — 
and in keeping of them there is \ great 
. . re- | ward. 

12 Who can understand his errors? | 

cleanse thou me from|se . . cret [faults. 

13 Let the words of my mouth, 

and the meditations o f my heart, — 
he acceptable in thy sight, Lord, — 
my strength and my Be- | deemer. . . 
A = j men. 

11. 

Psalm 23. 

1 The Lord is my Shepherd ; — I | shall 

. . not | want. 

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pas- 

tures ; — 

He leadeth me beside the | still = | waters. 

3 He restoreth my soul ; — he leadeth me 

in the paths of righteousness 
for his | name's = sake. — 

4 Yea, — though I walk through the valley 

of the shadow of death, 
765 



PSALMS. 

I will fear no evil ; — for thou art with 
me ; — 

thy rod and thy | staff. . they | comfort 
me. 

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the 

presence of mine enemies : — 
thou anointest my head with oil ; — my 
| cup . . runneth | over. 

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow 
rne all the days of my life ; — 

and I shall dwell in the house of the 
| Lord . . for- | ever. 

• Psalm 67- 

1 God be merciful unto | us, and | bless us ; 
And cause his | face to | shine up- 1 on us ; 

2 That thy way may be | known upon | earth, 
Thy saving | health a- | mong all | na- 
tions. 

3 Let the people | praise thee, ■ | God ; 
Let | all the | people | praise thee. 

4 Oh let the nations be glad and | sing for 

For thou slialt judge the people right- 
eously, and govern the | na - tions | 
upon | earth. 

5 Let the people | praise thee, ■ O | God ; 
Let | all the | people | praise thee. 

6 Then shall the earth | yield her j increase ; 
And God, even | our own | God, shall 

| bless us. 

7 God | shall — | bless us ; 

And all the ends of the | earth shall | 

fear — | him. 
Glory be to the Father, etc. 

766 



PSALMS. 

13. 

Psalm 90. (Responsive.) 

1 Lord, thou hast been our | dwelling- | 

place 

In j all — | gene- | rations. 

2 Before the mountains were brought forth. 

or ever thou hadst formed the | earth • 
and the | world, 
Even from everlasting to ever- \ lasting, 
| thou art \ God, 

3 Thou turnest man | to de- | struction ; 
And say est, Re- | turn, ye | children • of 

| men. 

4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but 

as yesterday \ when • it is \ past, 
And as a \ watch — | in the \ night, 

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; 

they are | as a | sleep : 
In the morning they are like | grass which 
| groweth | up. 

6 In the morning it jlourisheth, and \ grow- 

eth | up ; 

In the evening it is cut \ down, and \ 
wither- \ eth, 

7 "For we are consumed | by thine | anger, 
And by thy | wrath — | are we | troubled. 

8 Thou hast set our iniquities\ before \ thee, 
Our secret sins in the \ light | of thy \ 

counte- | nance, 

9 For all our days are passed away | in 

thy | wrath : 
We spend our years as a | tale — | 
that is | told. 
767 



PSALMS. 

10 The days of our years are three-score 

years and ten ; and if by reason of 
strength they be \ four-score \ years, 
Yet is their strength labor and sorrow ; 
for it is soon cut off, \ and ice \ fly 
| away. 

11 Who knoweth the power | of thine | 

anger ? 

Even according to thy fear, | so — | is 
thy | wrath. 

12 So teach us to | number • our | days. 

That we may apply our \ hearts — | unto 
| wisdom. 

Glory be to the Father, and | to the | 

Son, 

And | to the | Holy | Ghost ; 

As it was in the beginning, is now. and 

| ever | shall be, 
World | without | end. A- | men. 

14. O Come, let us Sing. 

Psalms 95 & 96. 

1 Oh come, let us sing un- 1 to the | Lord ; 
Let us make a joyful noise to the | rock 

of | our sal- | vation. 

2 Let us come before his presence | with 

thanks- j giving; 
And make a joyful | noise unto 1 him with 
| psalms. 

3 For the Lord is a | great — | God ; 
Ajid a great | King a- | bove all | gods. 

4 In his hands are the deep places | of the 

J earth ; 

And the strength of the | hills is ( his — 
I also. 

763 



PSALMS. 

5 The sea is his, | and he | made it ; 
And his hands | formed the | dry | — land, 

6 Oh come, let us worship, | and bow | 

down, 

Let us kneel be- | fore the | Lord our | 
Maker : 

7 For he is | our — | God ; 

And we are the people of his pasture and 
the ! sheep of | his — | hand. 

8 Oh worship the Lord in the | beauty of | 

holiness ; 

Fear be- | fore him | all the | earth : 

9 For he cometh, for he cometh to | judge 

the | earth ; 
And with righteousness to judge the 
world, and the | peo-ple | with his | 
truth. 

10 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | 

Son, 

And | to the | Holy | Ghost; 

As it was in the beginning, is now, and 

| ev er | shall be, 
World | with-out | end. A- | men. 

15. Psalm 121. 

1 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, 

from whence | cometh ■ my | help. 
My help cometh from the Lord, | which 
made | heaven ■ and | earth. 

2 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved : 

he that keepeth thee j w T ill not | slumber. 
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall j 
neither | slumber ■ nor | sleep. 

3 The Lord is thy keeper : the Lord is thy 
. shade upon | thy right | hand : 

The sun shall not smite thee by day, | 
nor the | moon by | night. 
769 



PSALMS. 

4 The Lord shall preserve thee from all 
evil : he shall pre- | serve thy | soul. 

The Lord shall preserve thy going out 
and thy coming in from this time forth, 
and | even ■ for | ev-er j more. 

Glory be to the Father, &c. 

16. Arise, O Lord. 

Psalms 132 and 24. (Dedication.) 

1 Arise. Lord. | into ■ thy | rest ; 
Thou, and the | ark — | of thy | strength. 

2 Let thy priests be clothed with | right- 

eous | ness ; 
And let thy | saints — | shout for | joy. 

3 "Who shall ascend into the hill | of the | 

Lord. 

Or who shall stand | in his | ho-ly | place ? 

4 He that hath clean hands, and a | pure 

— i heart ; 
Who hath not lifted up his soul unto | 
vanity. • nor | sworn de- | ceitfuily, 

5 He shall receive the blessing j from the 

1 Lord. 

And righteousness from the | God of j 
his sal- ! vation. 

6 Lift up your heads. ye gates ; and be 

ye lift up, ye ever- j last-ing | doors : 
And the King of | glo-ry j shall come | in. 

7 Who is this | King of j glory ? 

The Lord, strong and mighty, the | 
Lord — | mighty • in ] battle. 

8 Lift up your heads. ye gates: even lift 

them up, ye ever- \ last-ing j doors. 
And the King of | glo-ry | shall come | 
in. 

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CANTICLES. 



9 Who is this | King of | glory? 

The Lord of hosts, | he • is the | King of 

Glory be to the Father, and | to the | 
Son, 

And | to the | Ho-ly | Ghost ; 

As it was in the beginning, is now, and | 

ever | shall be, 
World | with-out | end. A- | men. 



CANTICLES. 

17. He is Despised and Rejected. 

Isaiah 53. 

1 He is despised and re- | jected of | men , 
A man of sorrows, | and ac- | quainted 

with | grief: 

2 And we hid as it were our | faces | from 

him ; 

He was despised, and | we es- I teemed 
• him | not. 

3 Surely he hath borne our griefs and | 

carried • our | sorrows ; Yet we did 
esteem him stricken, | smitten * of | 
God, ■ and af- | flicted. 

4 But he was wounded for | our trans- I 

gressions, 

He was | bruised ■ for | our in- | iquities ; 

5 The chastisement of our peace | was up- 

| on him ; 

And with | his stripes | we are | healed. 

6 All we like sheep have | gone a- | stray ; 
We have turned every | one to | his own 

| way; 
771 



CANTICLES. 

7 And the Lord hath | laid on | him 
The in- | iqui - ty | of us | all. 

8 When thou shalt make his soul an | offer- 

ing • for | sin, 
He shall see his seed, he | shall pro -| 
long his | days ; 

9 And the pleasure of the Lord shall pros- 

per | in his | hand. 
He shall see of the travail of his soul, 

and | shall be | satis- | fled. 
Glory be to the Father, &c. 

• Blessed be the Lord. 

Luke i. 68-71. 

1 Blessed be the Lord | God of | Israel, 
For he hath visited | and re- | deemed 

his | people ; 

2 And hath raised up a horn of sal- j vation 

| for us, 

In the house | of his | servant | David ; 

3 As he spake by the mouth of his | holy 

| prophets, 
Which have been | since the | world be- 
I gan ; 

4 That we should be saved | from our | 

enemies, 

And from the | hand of | all that | hate 
us. 

5 Glory be to the Father, and | to the | 

Son, 

And | to the | Holy | Ghost ; 

6 As it was in the beginning, is now, and J 

ever | shall be, 
World j without | end. A- | men. 
772 



BAPTISMAL. 



BAPTISMAL, 

19. Buried with Christ. 

1 Buried with Christ by | baptism • unto 

| death, — 
We rise in the | likeness • of his | res-ur- 
| rection. 

2 If ye then be | risen • with | Christ, 
Seek those things which are above, where 

Christ sitteth at the | right — | hand 
of | God. 

3 For as many as have been baptized into 

Christ, have | put on | Christ. 
Therefore glorify God in your body, and 
in your | spir - it, | which arc | God's. 

4 Reckon ye yourselves to be dead in- | 

deed ■ ■ unto | sin, — 
But alive unto God through | Je-sus | 
Christ our | Lord. 

5 If we be dead with him, we shall also | 

live with | him ; 
If we suffer with him, we shall | al - so | 
reign with | him. 

6 Blessed is he whose transgression is for- 

given, whose | sin is | covered. 
Blessed is the man to whom the Lord im- 
| pu - teth | not in- | iquity. 
773 



FUNERAL. 

20. 

1 Go ye therefore, and | teach all | na- 

tions, — 

Baptizing them in the name of the 
Father, and of the Son, and | of the | 
Ho-ly | - Ghost. 

2 Repent, and be baptized every | one of | 

you 

In the name of Christ, for the re- | mis - 
sion | of — | sins. 

3 Arise, and be baptized, and wash away 

thy sins, calling on the | name ■ of the 
| Lord. 

For thus it becometh us to ful- | fil all | 
right -eous- | ness. 

4 Glory be to the Father, and to | the | 

Son, — 

And | to the | Ho - ly | Ghost ; 

5 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | 

ev - er | shall be, 
World — | with-out | end. A- | men* 



FUNERAL. 



• Blessed are the Dead. 

1 Blessed are the dead, who die in the | 
Lord, from | henceforth ; 
Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest 
from their labors, | and their | works 
do | follow them. 
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FUNERAL. 



2 For if we believe that Jesus died and ) 

rose a- | gain ; 
• Even so them also which sleep in Jesus | 
will God | bring with | him. 

3 For the Lord himself shall descend from 

heaven with a shout, with the voice of 
the archangel, and with the | trump of 
| God: 

And the dead in | Christ — | shall rise | 
first. 

4 Blessed and holy is he that hath part in 

the first resurrection : 
On such the second death | hath no | 
power ; 

But they shall be priests of God and of 
Christ, 

And shall reign with | him a | thou-sand 
| years. 

5 Unto him that loved us, 

And washed us from our sins in | his 

own | blood, 
And hath made us kings and priests to 

God and his Father ; 
To him be glory and do- | minion ■ • for- 
| ever • • and | ever. A- | men. 

• I ah the Resurrection. 

1 Man that is born of a woman, is of few 

days, and | full of | trouble ; 
He cometh forth like a flower, and is 
cut down ; he fleeth as a shadow, | and 
con- | tinu • eth | not. 

2 It is appointed unto men | once to | die, | 
But | af-ter | this the | judgment. 

3 I am the Resurrection | and the | Life ; 
He that believeth in me, though he were 

| dead, yet | shall he j live. 

775 



FUNERAL. 



4 And whosoever liveth, and believeth in 

me, shall | nev - er | die. 
Be- | liev - est | thou — | this ? 

5 Death is swallowed | up in | victory. 

O death, where is thy sting ? | grave, 
where | is thy | victory ? 

6 The sting of death is sin, and the strength 

of | sin • is the | law. 
But thanks be to God, who giveth us 
the victory through our | Lord — | Je - 
sus j Christ. | A- | men. 



• Thy Will be Done. 

1 " Thy will be j done ! " || In devious way 
The hurrying stream of | life may | run ; || 
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, | 

" Thy will be | done." 

2 " Thy will be | done ! 99 || If o'er us shine 
A gladd'ning and a | prosperous | sun, || 
This prayer will make it more divine : 

" Thy will be | done." 

3 "Thy will be | done !"|| Though shrouded 

o'er [one 
Our | path with | gloom, || one comfort — 
Is ours ; to breathe, while we adore, | 
" Thy will be j done ! " 

(Close by repeating the first two measures — 
"Thy mil be done.") 



• Cast thy Burden on the Lord. 
Cast thy burden on the Lord, and he 
shall sustain thee ; he shall never suffer 
the righteous to be moved. 
776 



INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

HYMN 

Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide. . . 973 

According to thy gracious word 839 

A charge to keep I have 749 

A debtor to mercy alone 428 

A few more years shall roll 984 

A Friend there is : your voices join 685 

Again returns the day of holy rest 49 

Again the Lord of life and light 68 

Ah! how shall fallen man 411 

Ah, what avails my strife 474 

Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 244 

Alas! what hourly dangers rise 746 

A little child the Saviour came 883 

All for Jesus 1115 

All hail, Incarnate God 308 

All hail the power of Jesus' name 301 

All hail, ye blessed band 815 

All praise to thee, eternal Lord 230 

A 'A praise to our redeeming Lord 808 

AK praise to thee, my God, this night . ... 85 

All that I was, my sin and guilt 480 

All ye who pass by 1098 

Almighty Father of mankind 659 

Almighty God, thy word is cast 37 

Almighty Maker of my frame 966 

, Almost persuaded, now to believe 1096 

Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound 421 

Am I a soldier of the cross? 736 

Amidst us our Beloved stands 845 

And have I measured half my days? 476 

And must this body die 1017 

And now we rise ; the symbols disappear. 860 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN 

And will the great eternal God 873 

And will the Judge descend 1019 

Angels, from the realms of glory 218 

Angels, roll the rock away 261 

Another six days' work is done 58 

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat 579 

Arise, O King of grace, arise ! 876 

Arise, my soul, arise . 306 

Arise, my soul, my joyful powers 040 

Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise 76) 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake ! 892 

Around thy grave, Lord Jesus 832 

Around the throne of God in heaven 885 

Ascend, beloved, to the joy 1126 

Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep 986 

As o'er the past my memory strays 479 

As pants the hart for cooling streams .... 608 

As the sun's enlivening eye 780 

As when the weary traveller gains 1031 

As with gladness men of old 223 

At thy command, our dearest Lord 844 

At the Lamb's high feast we sing 856 

Author of faith, to thee I cry 502 

Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 433 

Awake, all-conquering arm, awake 890 

Awake and sing the song 351 

Awake, awake the sacred song 213 

Awake, our drowsy souls 56 

Awake our souls, away our fears 734 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun 80 

Awake, my soul, awake my tongue 181 

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 322 

Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes 739 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 741 

Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring .... 154 
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes . . . 959 

Before Jehovah's awful throne • . 2 

Before the throne of God above 284 

778 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

Before thy throne, Lord of heaven .... 92 
Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme. 187 
Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near . . . 642 

Behold, a Stranger's at the door 443 

Behold, behold the Lamb of God 1035 

Behold the amazing sight 242 

Behold the expected time draw near 912 

Behold the glories of the Lamb 280 

Behold, the morning sun 407 

Behold the mountain of the Lord 897 

Behold the throne of grace 615 

Behold what wondrous grace 782 

Behold where in the friend of man 234 

Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth 113 

Beneath thy cross I lay me down 498 

Beset with snares on every hand 698 

Beyond the glittering starry globe 278 

Bless, O my soul, the living God 136 

Blessed are the sons of God 779 

Blest are the humble souls that see 762 

Blest are the pure in heart 775 

Blest are the sons of peace 756 

Blest be the everlasting God 1016 

Blest be the Father and his love 103 

Blest be thy love, dear Lord 526 

Blest be the tie that binds 755 

Blest Comforter divine 372 

Blest hour when mortal man retires 59 

Blest is the man whose spirit shares 763 

Blest morning, whose young dawning rays 67 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 425 

Body of Jesus, O sweet food -855 

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed 859 

Bread of the world, in mercy broken 854 

Breast the wave, Christian 750 

Brethren, let us join to bless 300 

Bride of the Lamb ! awake ! awake ! 1007 

Brightest and best of the sons of the 219 

Bright Source of everlasting love 765 

779 



INDEX OF FIRST LIXES. 



HYMN 

Bright was the guiding star that led 215 

Broad is the road that leads to death 453 

Buried beneath the yielding wave 814 

Buried in baptism with our Lord 831 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 881 

By faith in Christ I walk with God 697 

By faith I see my Saviour dying 1086 

Call Jehovah thy salvation 201 

Caught up, caught up 1125 

Child of sin and sorrow 447 

Children of God, in all your need 618 

Children of light, arise and shine 712 

Children of the heavenly King 776 

Children of the King of grace 825 

Christ is our corner-stone 877 

Christ, the Lord, is risen again 263 

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 264 

Christ, who came my soul to save 824 

Christ, whose glory fills the sky 326 

Christ will gather in his own 1006 

Church of the ever-living God 791 

Come, all ye saints of God 362 

Come, and let us sweetly join 807 

Come, blessed Spirit, source of light 391 

Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell . . 43 

Come, every pious heart 266 

Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb .... 819 
Come, heavenly Love, inspire my song . . 329 

Come hither, all ye weary souls 442 

Come, Holy Ghost, in love 394 

Come, Holy Ghost, in us arise . . . . > 368 

Come, Holy Ghost, who ever one 378 

Come, Holy Spirit, come 373 

Come, Holy Spirit, Dove Divine 811 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, My . . 390 
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With 366 
Come, humble sinner, in whose breast . . 455 
Come, let cur voices join to raise ........ 9 

780 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



Come, let us anew our journey pursue . . 963 
Come, let us join our cheerful songs .... 279 



Come, let us join our friends above 989 

Come, let us sing the song of songs 357 

Come, let us to the Lord our God 684 

Come, Lord, and tarry not 1013 

Come, Lord, and warm each languid . . 1041 

Come, my fond, fluttering heart 466 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 621 

Come, O Creator, Spirit blest 371 

Come, O my soul, in sacred lays 119 

Come, O thou traveller unknown 626 

Come, our indulgent Saviour, come 271 

Come, sacred Spirit, from above 370 

Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 445 

Come, saints, praise the Lamb 1101 

Come, sinner, come 1091 

Come, sound his praise abroad 39 

Come, thou almighty King 108 

Come, thou Desire of all thy saints 24 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing 649 

Come, thou long-expected Jesus 217 

Come, weary souls, with sin distressed. . . 441 

Come, we that love the Lord 781 

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye 622 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched. . . . 449 

Come, ye thankful people, come 945 

Come, ye that love the Saviour's name . . 15 

Come, ye who bow to sovereign grace 833 

Commit thou all thy griefs 671 

Compared with Christ in all beside 523 

Crown his head with endless blessing 295 

Daughter of Zion, from the dust 792 

Day by day the manna fell 681 

Day of Judgment ! Day of wonders ! 1024 

Dearest of names, our Lord fc our King. . . 987 

Dear Lord and Master mine 730 

Dear Refuge of my weary soul. 665 

781 



INDEX OF FIRST LIXES. 



HYMN 

Dear Saviour ! I am thine 515 

Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall. . 573 

Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear 874 

Depth of Mercy, can there be 559 

Descend from heaven, celestial Dove . . . 

Descend, immortal Dove 383 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 4;:S 

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord 45 

Do I not love thee, O my Lord 5-12 

Do we not know that solemn word 830 

Down to the sacred wave 81G 

Dread Jehovah ! God of nations 940 

Dread Sovereign, let my evening song. . . 88 

Early, my God, without delay. . . 21 

Earth to earth, and dust to dust 1004 

Encompassed with clouds of distress 586 

Enthroned in light, eternal God 872 

Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord 367 

Ere another Sabbath's close 71 

Eternal beam of light divine 693 

Eternal Father, strong to save 929 

Eternal God, we look to thee f>61 

Eternal light ! eternal light 147 

Eternal Source of every joy 947 

Eternal Spirit, we confess 309 

Exalted high at God's right hand 1066 

Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss . . 634 

Faith is a living power from heaven 630 

Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are 198 

Far as thy name is known 40 

Far from my heavenly home 991 

Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone 848 
Far from these narrow scenes of night . . . 1049 

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee 628 

Father, how wide thy glory shines 424 

Father ! if I may call thee so . 49G 

Father, I long, I faint to see 1042 

782 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

Father of heaven! whose gracious hand. 616 
Father of heaven ! whose love profound . 104 

Father of love and power 99 

Father of mercies, how thine ear 868 

Father of mercies, in thy house 864 

Father of mercies ! in thy word 402 

Father of mercies, send thy grace 764 

Father, to thee I come 1102 

Father, while we break this bread 858 

Fear not, O little flock, the foe 751 

Fierce was the wild billow 714 

Firm as the earth thy gospel stands 638 

For all thy saints, O God 993 

Forever with the Lord 1051 

For mercies countless as the sands 620 

For thee, O God, our constant praise 4 

For thee, O dear, dear country 1046 

For thy mercy and thy grace 962 

Forth from the dark and stormy sky .... 26 

Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go 725 

Fountain of Mercy ! God of love 953 

Free from the law, oh, happy condition. .1076 

Frequent the day of God returns 61 

Friend after friend departs 997 

Friends of Temperance, wave your banners 1129 

From all that dwell below the skies 139 

From deep distress and troubled thoughts 551 

From Egypt lately come ... 1052 

From every stormy wind that blows 611 

From foes that would the land devour. . . . 939 

From Greenland's icy mountains 927 

From the cross uplifted high 444 

From thee, my God, my joys shall rise. .1043 

From thy dear pierced side 439 

Full of weakness and of sin 701 

Gently, gently lay thy rod 560 

Gently, Lord ! oh gently lead us 650 

Gently, my Saviour, let me down 988 

783 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN 

Gird on thy conquering sword 313 

Give me the wings of faith to rise 1055 

Give thanks to God : he reigns above .... 173 

Give to our God immortal praise 172 

Give us room that we may dwell 805 

Glorious things of thee are spoken 803 

Glory, glory to our King 298 

Glory to God on high 3G1 

Glory to thee, whose powerful word 933 

God bless our native land 935 

God calling yet! shall I not hear? 452 

God in the Gospel of liis Son 409 

God is love : his mercy brightens 202 

God is my strong salvation 706 

God is the refuge of his saints 175 

God moves in a mysterious way 160 

God, my supporter and my hope 170 

God of Eternity, from thee 965 

God of mercy! God of grace! 921 

God of my life, through all its days 135 

God of my life, to thee I call 613 

God of my life, whose gracious power. . . 648 

God of the morning, at whose voice 78 

God of the world ! near and afar 948 

Go, preach my gospel, saith the Lord. . . . 889 

Go to dark Gethsemane 239 

Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 436 

Great Father of each perfect gift 363 

Great God, attend while Zion sings 10 

Great God, how infinite art thou 140 

Great God, indulge my humble claim .... 130 
Great God, let all our tuneful powers .... 955 

Great God of wonders ! all thy ways 430 

Great Gad, the nations of the earth 896 

Great God, to thee my evening song 86 

Great God ! we sing that mighty hand. . . 957 

Great God, what do I see and hear 1023 

Great God, whose universal sway 900 

Great is the Lord our God 785 

784 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

Great King of glory, come 878 

Great Lord of angels, we adore 865 

Great Ruler of all nature's frame 145 

Great Source of boundless power 658 

Guide me, thou great Jehovah 971 

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews ... 760 
Hail, sovereign love, that first began. . . . 323 

Hail the day that sees him rise 272 

Hail, thou once despised Jesus 294 

Hail to the Lord's Anointed 914 

Hail to the Prince of life and peace 310 

Hallelujah ! raise, oh raise 156 

Happy soul! thy days are ended 975 

Happy the church, thou sacred place .... 801 

Happy the souls to Jesus joined 768 

Hark ! hark ! hark ! "Pis a message of 

mercy 1087 

Hark ! how the gospel trumpet sounds. . . 918 

Hark! my sbul, it is the Lord 530 

Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices .... 315 

Hark! the distant isles proclaim 919 

Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes 208 

Hark! the herald angels sing 224 

Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 252 

Hark! the Saviour's voice from heaven.. 1071 

Hark! the sound of holy voices 1121 

Hark! 'tis your heavenly Father's call. .. 882 

Hark ! what mean those holy voices 216 

Hast thou said, exalted Jesus 821 

Hast thou within a care so deep 612 

Haste, traveller, haste ! the night comes 

on 461 

Hasten, Lord, the glorious time 920 

Hasten, sinner, to be wise 462 

Head of the church triumphant 752 

Hear, gracious God, a sinner's cry 492 

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face 584 

Hear what the voice from heaven 996 

785 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN 

Hearken, ye children of your God 834 

Hearts of stone, relent, relent 483 

Heavenly Father, to whose eye 704 

Heavenly Father, bless me now 1083 

He dies ! the friend of sinners dies 269 

He leadeth me 1110 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives 288 

Here at thy cross, my dying God 409 

He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns . . 1022 

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower 656 

He who on earth as man was known 677 

High in the heavens, eternal God 178 

High in yonder realms of light 1064 

Holy Bible ! book divine 398 

Holy Father, whom we praise 73 

Holy Ghost! the Infinite 375 

Holy Ghost, with light divine 384 

Holy Jesus, Saviour blest 325 

Holy Lamb, who thee receive 597 

Holy Spirit, from on high r. . - . . . . 385 

Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 386 

Ho! my comrades, see the signal 1128 

Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear 1053 

Hosanna to the living Lord 42 

Hosanna to the Prince of light 268 

How are thy servants blessed, O Lord. . . 193 

How beauteous are their feet 861 

How beauteous were the marks divine . . 233 
How blest the righteous when he dies .... 1003 
How blest the sacred tie that binds ..... 758 
How bright those glorious spirits shine . .1054 

How can I sink with such a prop 716 

How charming is the place 33 

How did my heart rejoice to hear 14 

How firm a foundation, ye saints 183 

How gentle God's commands 673 

How heavy is the night 412 

How helpless guilty nature lies 427 

How honorable is the place 780 

786 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

How is our nature spoiled by sin 416 

How lost was my condition 482 

How oft, alas ! this wretched heart 581 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 16 

How pleased and blest was I 13 

How precious is the book divine 406 

How rich thy favors, God of grace 191 

How sad our state by nature is 417 

How shall I praise the eternal God 162 

How shall the young secure their hearts. 399 

How sweet and awful is the place 842 

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight . . . 767 

How sweetly flowed the gospel sound. . . . 229 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds .... 327 

How swift the torrent rolls 969 

How vast, how full, how free 1072 

Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit 590 

I am baptized into thy name . . . 829 

I am coming to the cross 1082 

I asked the Lord that I might grow. ..... 667 

I bless the Christ of God ... 349 

I give immortal praise . . . . , ] 05 

I hear a voice that comes from far 429 

I hear the Saviour say 1081 

I heard the voice of Jesus say 511 

I knew thee in the land of drought 599 

I know that my Redeemer lives 639 

I lay my sins on Jesus 481 

I left the God of truth and light 494 

I love to tell the story 1114 

I love the volume of thy word 397 

I love thy kingdom, Lord 784 

I love to steal a while away 90 

I'm a pilgrim, I'm a stranger 1073 

I need thee, precious Jesus 604 

I need thee every hour 1092 

I send the joys of earth away 508 

I think of thee, my God, by night 594 

787 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

I think, wlien I read that sweet story 887 

I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God 502 

I waited patient for the Lord . . . 645 

I was a wandering sheep 473 

I will follow thee, my Saviour 1074 

I -will love thee, all my treasure 1075 

I worship thee, sweet will of God 662 

I would love thee, God and Father 533 

I would not live alway : I ask not to stay 976 

If human kindness meets return 841 

I'll praise my Maker with my breath 126 

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord 743 

In all my Lord's appointed ways 742 

In all my vast concerns with thee 146 

In evil long I took delight 245 

In grief and fear to thee, O Lord 944 

In memory of the Saviour's love 837 

In my distress I sought my God 144 

In the cross of Christ I glory 256 

In thine assembly here we stand 813 

In thy name, O Lord, assembling 46 

In vain I trace creation o'er 609 

Indulgent God ! how kind 426 

Indulgent Sovereign of the skies 895 

Infinite excellence is thine 345 

Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way 788 

In sleep's serene oblivion laid 82 

Inspirer and Hearer of prayer 94 

Is this the kind return 557 

It is not death to die 985 

I've found the pearl of greatest price .... 334 

Jerusalem on high 1047 

Jerusalem, my happy home 1048 

Jerusalem, the golden 1045 

Jesus, and shall it ever be 738 

Jesus, cast a look on me 588 

Jesus Christ is risen to-day * . 262 

Jesus Chriit is passing by 1088 

788 



INDEX OF FIRST LI2:ES. 



1IY.MN 

Jesus demands this heart of mine 550 

Jesus, full of all compassion 485 

Jesus, God of love, attend 35 

Jesus. I love thy charming- name 540 

Jesus. I my cross have taken 679 

Jesus. I sing thy matchless grace 521 

Jesus, immortal King, arise 925 

Jesus, immutably the same 520 

Jesus, Jesus, visit me 59G 

Jesus, keep me near the cross 1103 

Jesus. Lamb of God, for me 484 

Jesus lives ! no longer now 292 

Jesus, lover of my soul 254 

Jesus, mighty King in Zion 822 

Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 3 [3 

Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace ..... 766 

Jesu^, my Lord ! my life ! my all 496 

Jesus, my Lord, 'tis sweet to rest 690 

Jesus, my Saviour, bind me fast G03 

Jesus, my strength, my hope 731 

Jesus, our faith increase 757 

Jesus, our fainting spirits cry 572 

Jesus, our souls' delightful choice 554 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 893 

Jesus, still lead on 713 

Jesus, the Lamb of God 350 

Jesus, the Lord our souls adore 287 

Jesus, the name high over all 330 

Jesus, the Shepherd of the sheep 341 

Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee 497 

Jesus ! the very thought of thee 539 

Jesus thou art my Righteousness 332 

Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend 1079 

Jesus, thou everlasting King 847 

Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts 524 

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 335 

Jesus, thy boundless love to me 534 

Jesus, thy church with longing eyes 910 

Jesus, we look to thee 32 

739 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN 

Jesus, where'er thy people meet 871 

Jesus, who knows full well 614 

Jesus, whom angel hosts adore 336 

Join all the glorious names 307 

Joy to the world! the Lord is come 209 

Just as I am, without one plea 487 

Keep silence, all created ■ things 161 

Laden with guilt, and full of fears 401 

Lamb of God, whose bleeding love 850 

Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace 405 

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling . . 708 

Let all the earth their voices raise 127 

Let all the just to God with joy 188 

Let children hear the mighty deeds 879 

Let everlasting glories crown 408 

Let every mortal ear attend 454 

Let Jacob to his Maker sing 670 

Let me be with thee where thou art 1038 

Let me but hear my Saviour say 699 

Let plenteous grace descend on those 836 

Let sinners take their course 683 

Let the earth now praise the Lord 222 

Let them neglect thy glory, Lord 109 

Let us sing the King Messiah 297 

Let us with a gladsome mind 157 

Let worldly minds the world pursue 718 

Let Zion and her sons rejoice 790 

Let Zion in her songs record 432 

Let Zion's watchmen all awake 862 

Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates 228 

■Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart 926 

Light of those whose dreary dwelling. . . . 902 

Like Noah's weary dove 470 

Lo ! God is here ! let us adore 27 

Lo ! he comes, let all adore 915 

Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending . . 1026 

Lo ! he cometh, countless trumpets 1025 

790 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 503 

Lo ! the day of Christ appearing 1118 

Lo ! what a glorious sight appears 1009 

Long as I live I'll bless thy name Ill 

Long have I sat beneath the sound 38 

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious . . . 296 

Lord, a better heart bestow 468 

Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 719 

Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie 576 

Lord, didst thou die, but not for rue 507 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 47 

Lord God of morning and of night 79 

Lord God of my salvation 700 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost 382 

Lord, how mysterious are thy ways 163 

Lord, how secure my conscience was .... 478 
Lord, how the troublers of my peace .... 669 

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 510 

Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin 410 

Lord, I have made thy word my choice . . 400 

Lord, I have sinned, but oh, forgive 580 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing. 486 & 1095 

Lord, in humble, sweet submission 823 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear .... 22 

Lord, in the temples of thy grace 11 

Lord, in thy name, thy servants plead . . . 954 

Lord, in thy people dost thou dwell 518 

Lord, it belongs not to my care 664 

Lord Jesus, are we one with thee 517 

Lord Jesus, thy returning 1011 

Lord, my weak thought in vain would ... 167 

Lord, now we part in thy blest name 44 

Lord of my life, whose tender care 96 

Lord of the ocean, hear our cry 931 

Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows 74 

Lord of the worlds above 19 

Lord, thou hast formed mine every part . . 149 
Lord, thou hast scourged our guilty land . 943 

Lord, thou hast searched and seen 148 

791 



I WD EX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

Lord, thou hast taught our hearts to glow 8(i3 

Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield. . . 501 

Lord, we adore thy vast designs 1 GO 

Lord, we come before thee now 30 

Lord, when thou didst ascend on high . - 270 
Lord, when we bend before thy throne . . 29 

Lord, with a grieved and aching heart . . . 549 

Loud hallelujahs to the Lord 128 

Love divine, all love excelling 501 

Loving Saviour, hear my cry 1077 

Men of God, go take your stations 905 

Mighty God, while angels bless thee .... 120 

Mighty Lord, extend thine empire 907 

Mine eyes and my desire 556 

Morning breaks upon the tomb 260 

Mortals, awake, with angels join, 212 

Much in sorrow, oft in woe 753 

Must Jesus bear the cross alone 744 

My country, 'tis of thee 934 

My days are gliding swiftly by 972 

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord 231 

My faith looks up to thee 709 

My faith shall triumph o'er the grave .... 1015 

My former hopes are fled 472 

My God, accept my early vows 12 

My God and Father, while I stray 653 

My God, and is thy table spread 846 

My God, how endless is thy love 83 

My God, how wonderful thou art 124 

My God, I love thee ; not because 541 

My God, in whom are all the springs .... 138 

My God, is any hour so sweet 627 

My God, my Father, blissful name 663 

My God, my King, thy various praise .... 118 

My God, my Life, my Love 528 

My God, permit me not to be 568 

My God, permit my tongue 527 

My God, the covenant of thy love 190 

792 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



My 




HYMN 

593 


My 


God ! though cleaving to the dust . 


598 


My 




.. 180 


My 




723 


My 




.. 956 


My 




..1070 


My 




.. G52 


My 




..1105 


My 




.. 69 


My 




.. 728 


My 




.. 189 


My 




.. 567 


My 




.. 726 


My 




.. 331 


My 




..1067 


My 




.. 206 


My 




.. 570 


My 




748 


My 




7 


My 




179 


My 




601 


My 




,. 199 


My 


soul shall praise thee, my God . . 


.. 125 


My 




689 


My 




607 


My 






My 




.. 691 


My 


thoughts surmount these lower skies. 1044 



Nature with open volume stands 250 

* Nearer, my God, to thee 606 

New every morning is the love 76 

No change of times shall ever shock 176 

No condemnation, O my soul 1090 

No more, my God, I boast no more 495 

No, no, it is not dying 983 

Not all the blood of beasts 413 

Not all the outward forms on earth 422 

Not to condemn the sons of men 227 

793 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN 

Not to the terrors of the Lord 789 

Not unto us, almighty Lord 134 

Not with our mortal eyes 529 

Not yet, ye people of his grace 548 

Now be my heart inspired to sing 311 

Now begin the heavenly theme 324 

Now for a tune of lofty praise 277 

Now from the altar of my heart 91 

Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal . . . 900 

Now let our cheerful eyes survey 282 

Now let our mourning hearts revive 995 

Now let our souls on wings sublime 1032 

Now let us join with hearts and tongues . 355 
Now let us raise our cheerful strains .... 358 

Now, my soul, thy voice upraising 251 

Now shall my solemn vows be paid (544 

Now to the Lord a noble song 303 



Now to the Lord that makes us know. ... 312 















.. 849 







.. 305 












Christ, the Lord of heaven, to thee . . 


.. 350 





Christ, who hast prepared a place. . . 
















.. 633 














936 







.. 36 







545* 







.. 196 







941 







.. 419 







.. 544 







.. 979 







.. 838 







..1065 







771 



794 



IXDEX OF Flit ST LI^FS. 

HYMN 

O Holy Ghost, who down dost come 377 

O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen G54 

O Holy Spirit, come 3S1 

O Israel, to thy tents repair 735 

O Jesus ! King most wonderful 344 

O Jesus! Lord of heavenly grace 81 

O Jesus ! sweet the tears I shed 247 

O Jesus, thou the Beauty art 538 

O Jesus, thou art standing 1080 

O Light of light, shine in 1093 

O Lord, and shall our fainting souls 388 

O Lord, another day is flown 89 

O Lord, how good, how great art thou. . . 158 

O Lord! how happy should we be 711 

O Lord, how joyful 'tis to see 759 

O Lord, I would delight in thee G78 

O Lord, my best desire fulfil GGO 

O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills 870 

O Lord, our fathers oft have told 938 

O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart 564 

O Lord, turn not thy face away 575 

O Lord, we see thy work set forth 835 

O Lord, when we the path retrace 235 

O Lord, while we confess the worth 827 

O love divine, how sweet thou art! 532 

O love of God, how strong and true 318 

O Paradise ! O Paradise ! 10G0 

O sacred Head, now wounded 253 

O Saviour, is thy promise fled 799 

O Saviour, who for man hast trod 290 

O Spirit of the living God 891 

O thou best gift of heaven 710 

O thou, by long experience tried 546 

O thou, from whom all goodness flows. . . €87 

O thou, my soul, forget no more 547 

O thou that hear est prayer 20 

O thou that nearest the prayer of faith. . . 500 
O thou, the contrite, sinner's Friend. ..... 291 

O thou, to whose all-searching sight G95 

795 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN 

thou who earnest from above 724 

thou who hast redeemed of old 321 

O thou who hear'st when sinners cry 493 

O thou who in Jordan didst bow thy meek 820 

O thou, whose sacred feet have trod GS6 

O thou, whose tender mercy hears 582 

O wondrous type, O vision fair 236 

O Zion, tune thy voice 795 

Object of my first desire 595 

O'er the distant mountains 1116 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 903 

O'er the realms of pagan darkness 904 

O'erwhelmed in depths of woe 241 

Oh, blessed souls are they 773 

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul 200 

Oh, could I find, from day to day ... GOO 

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth 320 

Oh for a beam of heavenly light 696 

Oh for a closer walk with God 592 

Oh for a faith that will not shrink G36 

Oh for a heart to praise my God G02 

Oh for an overcoming filth 982* 

Oil for a sight, a pleasing sight 1035 

Oh for a strong, a lasting faith 182 

Oh for a sweet, inspiring' ray 1036 

Oh for a thousand tongues to sing 32$ 

Oil for that tenderness of heart 574 

Oh for the death of those 992 

Oh for the robes of whiteness 1030 

Oil happy clay, that fixed my choice 500 

Oh, how I love thy holy law 404 

Oh i mean may seem this house of clay -. 522 

Oh not to fill the mouth of fame 717 

Oh now I see the cleansing, wave 1080 

Oli shout for joy, let songs arise 1110 

Oh sweetly breathe the lyres above 504 

Oh that I could forever dwell * 722 

Oh that I could repent 55S 

Oh that I knew the secret place 624 

796 



XXDEX OF FIRST LIKES, 

HYMN 

Oh that ray load of sin were gone 552 

Oh that the Lord's salvation' 1 . 928 

Oh that the Lord would guide my ways . . 720 

Oh this soul, how dark and blind 587 

Oh, to be over yonder 1123 

Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies 571 

Oh what, if we are Christ's (372 

Oh when shall we sweetly remove 10G8 

Oh, wherefore, Lord, doth thy dear praise 721 
Oh where are kings and empires now. . . . 7<s6 

Oh where is now that glowing love 555 

Oh where shall rest be found . 471 

Oh, worship the King, all glorious above 112 

On Jordan's bank, the Baptist's cry 226 

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 1010 

On tins day, the first of days 64 

On the mountain's top appearing 793 

Once more before we part » 41 

One more day's work for Jesus 1112 

One sole baptismal sign 796 

One sweetly solemn thought 90S 

One there is, above all others 316 

Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat 246 

Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 393 

Our Father ! we adore and praise ........ 379 

Our God, our help in ages past 141 

Our heavenly Father calls 516 

Our Lord is risen from the dead 276 

Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave ... 812 



Palms of glory, raiment bright 1032 

Pass me not, O gentle Saviour 1094 

People of the living God 806 

Planted in Christ, the living vine 809 

Pleasant are thy courts above 34 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair 210 

Pour out thy Spirit from on high 86U 

Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits 5 

Praise the Lord, his glories show 132 

797 



I&DEX OF FIRST LUTES. 



wwsm 



Praise to God, Immortal praise tMr; 

Praise to the radiant source of bliss 338 

Praise to thee, thou great Creator 121 

Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee 6 

Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name 17 

Praise ye the Lord : my heart shall join . . 137 

Praises to him whose lore lias given 102 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 629 

Prince of peace, control my will 561 

Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet 418 

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart 589 

Raise your triumphant songs 437 

Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears 727 

Rejoice, all ye believers 1010 

Rejoice, and be glad ]104 

Rejoice, the Lord is King 314 

Rest, my soul, the work is done 778 

Resting from his work to-day 259 

Return, my roving heart, return 569 

Return, my soul, and sweetly rest 174 

Return, O wanderer, return 451 

Ride on I ride on in majesty 237 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings .... 1029 

Rise, O my soul, pursue the path 1058 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me > . 258 

Safely through another week 63 

Salvation ! oh, the joyful sound I . - . 423 

Safe in the arms of Jesus 1127 

Save me, O God, the Surety cried 817 

Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 48 

Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 95 

Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes 285 

Saviour, visit thy plantation 804 

Saviour, when in dust to thee 293 

Saviour, who didst from heaven come ... 884 
See, a poor sinner, dearest Lord ........ 031 

798 



IXDEX OF FIRST LI27ES. 

HYMN 

See, gracious God, before thy throne 942 

See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands 880 

See, Jesus stands with open arms 456 

See, the ransomed millions stand 299 

See, the gentle Shepherd standing 1109 

See, what a living stone 52 

Servant of God! well done 998 

Shall hymns of grateful love 359 

Shepherd divine, our wants relieve 625 

Shepherd of tender youth 888 

Shepherd of thine Israel, lead us 970 

Shine, mighty God, on Zion shine 924 

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive 489 

Since all the downward tracts of time . . * 159 

Sing, O heavens ! O earth, rejoice 274 

Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name 8 

Sing to the Lord ; ye distant lands 923 

Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord 769 

Sinners, the voice of God regard 459 

Sinners, turn, why will ye die 463 

Sinners, will you scorn the message .... 450 

So let our lips and lives express 740 

Softly fades the twilight ray 72 

Softly now the light of day 100 

Soldiers of Christ, arise 747 

Sometimes a light surprises 707 

Songs of praise the angels sang 131 

Sons of God, triumphant rise 273 

Sons we are through God's election 434 

Soon as I heard my Father say 619 

Soon may the last glad song arise 911 

Sovereign of worlds, display thy power. . 893 

Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all 464 

Sovereign Ruler of the skies 680 

Sound, sound the truth abroad 901 

Spirit divine, attend our prayer 875 

Spirit of mercy, truth, and love 376 

Spirit of power, and truth and love 389 

Spirit of truth ! on this thy day 365 

799 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

htm:* 

Stand up, and bless the Lord 114 

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears . . . 733 

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, staj^. 337 

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear 84 

Sure the blest Comforter is nigh 392 

Surely Christ thy griefs has borne 4G7 

Swell the songs of heaven 1097 

Sweet feast of love divine 85i 

Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve 75 

Sweet is the memory of thy graee 169 

Sweet is the solemn voice that calls 18 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King. ... 57 

Sweet is the work, O Lord 51 

Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go 93 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing .... 257 
Sweet was the time when first I felt 585 

Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal 536 

Tarry with me, O my Saviour 974 

Teach me, my God and King 729 

Tender Shepherd, thou hast stilled 1002 

That awful day will surely come 1028 

That day of wrath, that dreadful day 1021 

The atoning work is done 309 

The billows swell, the winds are high 646 

The Bridegroojn comes 1124 

The church has waited long 1012 

The day is past and gone 97 

The day of rest once more comes round. . 70 

The day, O Lord, is spent 98 

The festal morn, my God is come 53 

The God of Abraham praise 122 

The God of harvest praise 949 

The happy morn is come 265 

The head that once was crowned with .... 302 

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 395 

The Holy Ghost is here 374 

The hour of my departure's come 977 

The King of heaven his table spreads .... 458 
800 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

The Lord! bow wondrous are his ways 177 

The Lord is King ! lift up thy voice- 153 

The Lord Jehovah reigns ; his throne 151 

The Lord Jehovah reigns, and royal state 152 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 204 

The Lord my Shepherd is k 205 

The Lord of glory is my light 23 

The Lord our God is clothed with might. 143 
The Lord will come ! the earth shall quake 1020 

The Lord will happiness divine 583 

The mercies of my God and King 192 

The moment a sinner believes 427 

The morning light is breaking , . . 013 

The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding 9 1 7 

The promises I sing . 186 

The promise of my Father's love 840 

The race that long in darkness pined. . . . 211 

The Saviour calls ; let every ear 457 

The Sen of God goes forth to war 737 

The Son of God ! the Lord of life v 337 

The spacious firmament on high 155 

The Spirit breathes upon the word 403 

The spring-tide hour brings leaf and flower 950 

The starry firmament on high « . . 896 

The sun is sinking fast 101 

The wanderer no more will roam . . . . 488 

The world can neither give nor take 688 

Thee we adore, eternal Lord. 117 

Thee we adore, eternal Name 958 

There is a blessed home 1050 

There is a fold whence none can stray. . .1056 

There is a fountain filled with blood 414 

There is an hour of peaceful rest. 1057 

There is a land of pure delight. - 1039 

There is a path that leads to God. * 886 

There is a safe and secret place 770 

There is none other name than thine 3 9 

There is no sorrow, Lord, too light 623 

Thine forever ! God of love * 703 

801 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

This is the day the Lord hath made G6 

This is the day of toil 1111 

This loving Saviour 1099 

Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will. 999 

Thou art my portion, O my God 715 

Thou art the Way ! to thee alone 339 

Thou dear Redeemer ! dying Lamb 1073 

Thou hidden love of God. whose height. . 505 

Thou hidden source of calm repose 317 

Thou Judge of quick and dead 1018 

Thou Lord of all above 475 

Thou lovely Source of true delight 537 

Thou only Sovereign of my heart 5G6 

Thou Prince of glory, slain for me 5G3 

Thou vain, deceitful world, farewell 1033 

Thou very present aid G82 

Thou, who art enthroned above 133 

Thou, who didst stoop below 702 

Thou who didst on Calvary bleed 1084 

Thou, whose almighty word 107 

Thou, whose never-failing arm 1005 

Though nature's strength decay 123 

Though now the nations sit beneath 899 

Thrice happy souls, who born from heaven 772 
Through all the changing scenes of life . . 197 

Through every age, eternal God 964 

Through sorrow's night and danger's path 1014 

Thus far my God hath led me on 647 

Thus far the Lord hath led me on ...... 87 

Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess.. 195 
Thy mercy, O God, is the theme of my. . 184 
Thy mighty working, mighty God ...... 951 

Thy name, almighty Lord 116 

Thy way, not mine, O Lord 651 

Thy ways, O Lord ! with wise design .... 164 

Thy works, not mine, O Christ 44C 

" Till he come," oh ! let the words 857 

'Tis a pleasant thing to see 754 

'Tis a point I long to know 531 

802 



IX D EX F FIR STL IX E S . 



HYMN 

Tis by the faith of joys to come ...... . . C32 

Tis he — the mighty Saviour comes 922 

'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow 238 

'Tis my happiness below 705 

'Tis not that I did choose thee 435 

'Tis the great Father we adore 828 

'Tis the promise of God .1100 

'Tis the very same Jesus 1122 

To bless thy chosen race 115 

To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now 243 

To celebrate thy praise, OLord- 110 

To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue 352 

To-day thy mercy calls me 4G0 

To-day the Saviour calls 448 

To God, my Saviour and my King 506 

To God, the only wise 783 

To heaven I lift my waiting eyes 171 

To him that chose us first 106 

To him that loved the souls of men 346 

To-morrow, Lord, is thine 967 

To our Redeemer's glorious name. » 333 

To praise our Shepherd's care 347 

Tossed by rough winds 1107 

To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord 207 

To thee, O dear, dear Saviour 605 

To thy pastures fair and large 203 

To thy temple I repair 31 

Trembling before thine awful throne 505 

Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 800 

'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 843 

Unshaken as the sacred hills 635 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb 1000 

L T p to the Lord that reigns on high 168 

Uphold me, Lord, too prone to stray .... 692 
Upward I lift mine eyes 185 

Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will 165 



Walk in the light! and thou shalt own. . 641 
803 



I XL EX OF FIRST LIXES. 



Km 

Watchman, tell us of the night 221 

"We are watching 1116 

We praise thee, God, for the Son 1168 

We are a garden walled around 802 

We bid thee welcome in the name 866 

We bless our Saviour's name 853 

We sing his love who once was slain 1001 

We sing the praise of him who died 240 

We sing to thee, thou Son of God 353 

We speak of the realms of the blest .... 1069 

Weary of wandering from my God 553 

Welcome, delightful morn 55 

Welcome, sweet day of rest 50 

Welcome, thou Victor in the strife 2G7 

We've no abiding city here 1034 

What are these arrayed in white 1061 

What are these in bright array 1063 

What cheering words are these 774 

What equal honors shall we bring 304 

What secret place, what distant star 150 

What shall I render to my God 28 

What sinners value, I resign 1037 

What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe 637 

What various hindrances we meet 617 

When all thy mercies. O my God 104 

When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend 565 

When bending o'er the brink of life 981 



When came in flesh the incarnate Word .1008 
When darkness long has veiled my mind 666 
When downward to the darksome tomb . . 980 



When first o'erwhelmed with sin and 

shame 289 

When gathering clouds around I view .... 655 

When God revealed his gracious name.. 512 

When I can read my title clear 1059 

When I survey life's varied scene 613 

When I survey the wondrous cross 24 3 

When in the hour of lonely woe 694 

When Israel of the Lord beloved 937 

804 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN 

When Jordan hushed his waters still 225 

When languor and disease invade 657 

When like a stranger on our sphere 232 

When marshalled on the nightly plain .... 342 

When on Sinai's top I see 255 

When, overwhelmed with grief 674 

When rising from the bed of death 477 

When shall I, Lord, a journey take 577 

When sins and fears prevailing rise 525 

When streaming from the eastern skies . . 77 

When the worn spirit wants repose 60 

When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt.-1027 
When through the torn sail the wild .... 932 

When thy mortal life is fled 469 

When we our wearied limbs to rest 797 

When Abounded sore the stricken soul. . . 415 
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise. 745 

Whene'er my faithless footsteps 1106 

Where high the heavenly temple stands . . 283 

Where is my God? does he retire 288 

While my Redeemer's near 3-! 8 

While o'er the deep thy servants sail .... 930 



While shepherds watched their flocks by 214 
While we thy ways, blest Saviour, tread . 818 

While with ceaseless course the sun 961 

Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power 25 



Who but thou, almighty Spirit • 908 

Who can describe the joys that rise 513 

Who can forbear to sing > 514 

Who, Lord, when life is o'er 777 

Who shall the Lord's elect condemn ... 431 

Why do we mourn departing friends .... 994 

Why is my heart so far from thee 6.0 

Why on the bending willows hung 798 

Why should the children of a King 364 

Why should we start and fear to die 978 

With all my powers of heart and tongue 129 

With broken heart and contrite sigh 491 

With Christ we share a mystic grave 826 

805 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



irr.MN 

With heavenly power, OLord, defend. .. 867 

With Jesus in the midst 852 

With joy we hail the sacred day 65 

With joy we meditate the grace 281 

With ray substance I will honor 916 

With one consent, let all the earth 1 

With reverence let the saints appear 142 

With songs and^honors sounding loud 952 

With tearful eyes I look around 668 

With tears of anguish, I lament 578 

Witness, ye men and angels now 810 

Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway ... 354: 

Work, for the night is coming 1113 

Wouldst thou learn the depth of sin 240 

Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 894 

Ye dying sons of men 465 

Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell 990 

Ye nations round the earth, rejoice * 3 

Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim 360 

Ye servants of the Lord 732 

Ye souls for whom the Son did die 543 

Ye who in his courts are found 446 

Yes, my native land ! I love thee 909 

Yes, we trust the day is breaking 906 

Your harps, ye trembling saints 676 

Zion stands with hills surrounded 794 

Zion, the marvellous story be telling .... 220 



NOTE TO HYMN 815. 

Stanzas 3 to 8 inclusive of this hymn are designed to 
be sung during the intervals of a baptism ; one verse as 
each candidate goes down into the water, or comes 
forth from it, according to choice As it is generally 
found difficult for a congregation to sing unitedly and 
at the right time in the administration, it has "been 
suggested that a choir sing these stanzas, the congre- 
gation uniting in the first two and the last two, as 
indicated. 

806 



GENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 

HYMNS 

1.— WOE SIIIP 1—48 

II. — THE LORD'S DAY 49— 75 

Wi.— MORNING AND EVENING . . . 76—101 
IV.— GOD: 

1. The Trinity 102—108 

2. His Praise 110—139 

3. Kis Attributes 140—155 

4. His Providence 156—207 

V.— CHRIS T: 

1. His Advent 208—230 

2. His Life 231—237 

3. His Sufferings and Death . 238—259 

4. His Resurrection and As- 

cension 280—277 

5. His Glory 278—280 

6. His Intercession 281—293 

7. His Reign 294—316 

8. His Characters 317 — 349 

9. His Praise 350—362 

VI. — THE 110 L Y SPIRIT 363—304 

VTL.— THE SCRIPTURES 395—410 

rUI.—SAL VATION: 

1. Man's Xeed 411—421 

2. Of Grace , . . 422—440 

3. Its Calls 441—468 

4. Sought and Found 469—514 

IK.— THE CHRISTIAN LIFE : 

1. Union with Christ 515—523 

2. Love to Christ 524—548 

3. Penitence 549—587 

4. Humility 588—589 

5. Aspiration 590—610 

6. Prayer 613—631 

7. Faith . 632—644 

807 



GENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



HTM>'8 

8. Suffering a> t d Trust .... 645—714 

9. Consecration 715—730 

10. Conflict 731—752 

11. Fellowship and Charity . . 753—766 

12. Its Blessedness 767—783 

2L.—TUE CHURCH: 

1. Its Honor and Work .... 754— 810 

2. Baptism BU— 836 

3. The Lord's Supper 837— S60 

4. The Ministry 861— S69 

5. The Sanctuary 870—873 

6. Children 879 — SS8 

7. Missions S SO— 923 

8. Seamen 929—933 

XI. — THE NATION: 

1. Fast and Thanksgiving . . 934—949 

XH.— THE YEAR 950—963 

XTTT. — LIFE AND DEATH 964—1006 

XIV .— CHRIS T* S SECOND COMING . 1007—1013 

XV.— RESURRECTION AND JUDG- 
MENT 1014—1028 

XVI.— HE A YEN 1029—1069 



XVII.— MISCELLANEOUS 1070-1 !23 

XN1II.— CHANTS AND SELECTIONS 

FCR CHANTING 433-443 

808 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF 
SUBJECTS. 



[The figures designate Hymns.] 

Abba Father. 306, 375, 379, 535, 782. 
Abiding of Christ, 84, 227, 518, 520, 536, 598, 690, 698, 
973. 

Abiding with Christ, 518, 520, 536, 546, 603. 
Abraham. 122, 123, 335. 

Absence from God, 470, 472, 476, 555, 584, 596, 607, 608, 
774. 

Accepted Time, 443, 447, 448, 450. 456, 458-462, 465, 469, 
1027. 

Access to God, 4, 5, 6, 7, 33, 53. 59, 130, 147, 283, 284, 

487, 488, 500, 502, 516, 614, 615, 618, 621. 
Activity, 732. 735. 739, 741, 747-749, 753, 764-766. 
Adoption, 306. 379, 500, 782. 
Advent of Christ; — 
At Birth, 2J8-229. 

To Judgment, 314, 1008, 1020. 1025-1028. 

To Kingdom, 243, 857, 1007-1013. 
Advocate, Christ oyr, 77, 147, 286, 288, 289, 291,-294, 

306, 516, 553. 
Affliction ; — 643-714. 

Appointed. 656, 752. 

Blessed, 656. 686, 690, 705, 752c 

Delivered from, 644, 645, 676, 714. 

Sanctified, 667, 670, 700. 

Submission under, 590, 651-653, 660, 663, 686, 693. 
Trust in, 659, 664-666, 669, 670, 671, 675, 678, 68C- 
6S5, 689, 700, 706, 707, 711, 714. 
Almost Christian, 459. 

Angels, 237, 278, 279, 337, 355, 450, 504, 505, 513, 52d 

657, 770. 789, 810. 865, 883, 1036, 1045, 1050. 
Ascension of Christ, 270-278. 
Ashamed of Jesus, 738, 743. 
Asleep in Jesus, 986. 
Aspiration. 591-610. 
809 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Assurance ; — 

Expressed, 284, 286, 306, 335, 349, 525, 639, 752, 782. 

Prayed for, 364, 554. 

Urged, 776, 778. 
Atonement; — 

Necessary. 410, 412, 413, 416, 417, 418, 419, 440, 500. 

Completed, 273, 309, 312, 440. 

Sufficient, 239. 294, 307, 425, 427, 500. 
Autumn, 133, 946, 947, 953. 

Backsliding, 465, 493, 553, 554, 555, 556, 569, 571, 573, 

573, 580, 581, 582, 585. 
Baptism, 811-836. 
Beatitudes, 762. 
Benevolence, 7G3-766, 912, 916. 
Blessedness of Christian, 768-783. 
Brevity of Life. 964, 966, 967, 969, 972. 
Brotherly Love, 754-759, 767. 
Burial. 964-1006. 

A Brother, 9S6, 9S7, 992, 993, 1000, 1003, 1006. 

A Child, 1002. 

A Sister, 9S6, 987, 992, 993. 

A Pastor, 992, 993, 995, 998, 999. 

A Friend, 986, 987, 992, 993, 994, 996, 997. 

Calmness, 589, 643, 654, 656, 673, 675, 680, 683, 690, 711. 
Calvary, 243, 252, 255, 336, 429. 
Cares. 612, 623, 678, 6S3, 711, 772. 
Charity, 760-767. 

Cheerfulness. 645, 670. 676, 689, 771, 774. 

Children. S79-SSS. 

Childlike Spirit, 588, 590, 681, 686, 708, 711. 
Christ : — 

Advent and Birth. 208-229. 

Advocate, 147. 236. 238, 289, 291, 3G6, 516, 553. 

Ascension. 270-278. 

Baptism. 812, 813, 814, 815, 816, 819, S20, 822, 824, 

825, 827. S2-). 
Burial. 239. 

Biood. 335, 410-416, 460, 565 
Captain of Salvation, 307. 
Characters, 316-349. 

Conqueror, 265-263, 270, 271, 276, 278, 296-299, 302, 

305, 307. 344, 730. 
Corner-stone. 877. 
Crucified. 241, 101, 251, 252. 
Crowned. 295, 296, 298, 299, 301, 302, 847. 
Desire of Xations. 217, 224. 

Divinity, 213, 222, 224, 230, 295, 305, 311, 337, 350, 353. 
810 



PARTICULAR IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Example, 231-234, 719. 

Friend. 234., 253, 2S6, 316, 320, 322, 329, 497, 547, 604, 

677, 6S5. 
Guide, 234, 348, 703, 708, 713. 
Hiding-place, 323, 327, 579. 
Humanity, 214, 219, 222, 224, 230, 305, 350, 353. 
Immanuel, 224. 481. 
Intercessor. 286, 291, 314, 431. 
Judge, 1018, 1020, 1025. 1026, 1027, 1028. 
King, 209, 217, 218, 221, 228, 261, 262, 264, 269, 276, 

294-315, 332, 344. 360, 446, 452, 548, 677. 
Lamb, 263, 279, 230, 2S4, 294, 321, 335, 350, 354, 357, 

361, 362, 413, 414, 424, 425, 439, 481, 484, 487, 488, 

562, 707. 
Life, Incidents of, 231, 236-240. 
Light, 211, 222, 233, 326, 338, 340, 344, 511, 524, 538, 

582. 

Lord, 300, 301, 308, 310, 332, 335. 

Love, 211, 303, 317, 318, 321, 322, 324, 331, 498, 523, 

534, 602, 626. 
Miracles, 232. 
Mediator, 779. 
Physician, 466, 482, 783. 
Priest, 281-293, 307, 309, 312, 332, 425. 
Prince, 208, 210, 211, 221, 225, 248, 268, 304, 308, 310, 

345, 356, 443, 558. 
Prophet, 307, 332. 
Redeemer, 286, 288. 
Refuge, 254, 258, 350, 500, 566, 665, 674. 
Resurrection, 260-271, 1016. 

Righteousness, 300, 330, 335, 412, 417, 440, 493, 495, 
500. 

Rock of Ages, 258, 319, 327. 
Sacrifice, 413, 416, 446. 

Saviour and Salvation, 295, 317, 333, 358, 448, 764. 

Shepherd, 327, 341, 347 -348, 473, 625, 791, 1002, 1056. 

Sufferings, 238-245, 251. 

Sun of Righteousness, 224, 494. 

Surety, 306, 817. 

Way, Truth, and Life, 325, 339, 343, 587, 703. 
Word, 213. 
Vine, 520. 
Christian, The. 575-783. 

Afflicted, 613, 646, 647, 658, 674, 676, 686, 691, 694, 

699, 702, 705. 
Aspiring, 591-610. 

Backsliding, 493, 553-556, 569, 571, 573, 578, 580, 581, 
582, 585. 

811 



PARTICULAR IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Blessed, 773-775. 778. 779, 780. 
Cheerful, 632. 045. 670. 676, 689, 771. 774. 
Comforted. 642. 644, 645, 655, 656, 663, 678,, 685, 688, 

690. 697, 698. 699. 
Consecrated. 103, 715-730. 708. 810. 
Dying. 973-975, 977. £73. 980-982, 988, 991, 1005. 
Faithful. 732. 747. 749. 
Grateful. 24S. 253. 432, 512. 526. 649, 738. 
Happy, 763. 771. 772. 776. 730. 781. 
Hoping, 314, 712. 90S. 972. 930. 990. 991. 1001, 1012. 

1013. 1047. 1050. 1051-1053, 1056, 1059. 
Justified. 413. 495, 523. 
Life of. 740. 777. 
Loving. 524-543. 

Obeying. 715. 716, 717, 720, 723, 724. 

One with Christ. 515-523. 

Patient. 539, 667, 652, 653. 663, 664, 681, 686. 

Penitent, 773. 549-537. 

Persevering. 733, 734. 741, 742, 750, 783. 

Praying. 611-629. 

Resigned, 5S9, 651. 652. 653, 663, 664, 681, 686. 
Resisting, 748. 750, 1055. 1059. 
Safe, 769. 770. 774. 778. 
Steadfast. 743. 745. 

Trusting. 646-648 . 654. 658-660, 665, 671, 674, 675, 

676, 678. 6S9, 696, 700. 701, 706, 707. 
Watchful. 731. 732, 735, 739. 
Church ; — 784-S10. 
Afflicted, 797, 793. 
Delight in. 734. 739, 797. S03. 806. 
Deliverance of. 734. 7S5. 79-0, 791, 793, 800. 
Fellowship with, 733. S06. 807, 808, 809, 810. 
Founded on Christ, 414. 
God in, 785, 794. 
Glory of. 795. S03. 
Increase of. 788, 792, 805. 
One. 789. 796. 

Revived. 363. 366. 368, 370, 373, 376, 331, 382, 386. 

799. 802. 804, 805. 
Safe, 794. SOS. 

Stable. 786. 757. SOI. 802. 803. 
Triumphant, 734, 790, 791, 792, SOO. 
Communion ; — 

With God. 379, 575. 578, 520, 624, 627. 697. 
With Christians. 754-759. 789. 806, 807, 808. 809. 
Confession. 410. 412. 413. 419, 549, 559, 572, 575, 576, 
578. 5S0. 531. 5S7, 773. 
Of Christ. 810. 
812 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Conflict. 731-753, 1055, 1059. 
Consecration, 708, 715-730. 
Contentment, 589, 6S0. 6S1, 707, 711. 
Conversion, 501, 503-506, 508-514. 

Conviction of Sin, 410-412, 415, 416, 420, 433, 468, 472, 

475, 478. 
Corner-stone, 870. 

Coronation of Christ, 295, 296, 298, 299, 301, 302, 847. 

Covenant. 190, 192, 428. 

Courage, 733, 734. 736, 737, 73S, 747, 757, 753. 

Creation, 155, 172, 395. 

Cross ; — 

Attracting, 242. 243, 245, 247, 249, 251, 305, 444, 499. 
Borne. 2S5. 5:2, 672, 679. 712. 744. 
Gloried in, 24S-251, 236, 257, 302, 708. 
Salvation by. 244. 247. 252. 253. 257, 416, 499. 
Crucifixion, 241-245, 251, 252, 253, 541. 

Death, 973-1006. 

Anticipated, 204, 500, 6S7, 702, 707, 714. 973, 974, 

976, 977-981, 98S, 1005. 
Of Child, 1002. 
Of Friends, 997, 1006. 
Of Pastor, 995, 998. 999. 

Overcome, 693, 694, 702, 9S2, 983, 985, 987, 1004. 
Dedication. 871-S78. 

Personal, 501, 504, 509, 570, 574, 723, 725, 729. 
Delivery. 443. 447, 443. 458, 461, 462. 
Deliverance, 197, 644, 645. 676, 714, 790 . 791, 703. 800. 
Dependence, 30, 134. 161, 168, 176, 178, 193, 783, 956, 

957. 958, 962, 970, 971. 
Depravity, 410, 412, 416, 417, 420, 432. 
Devotion, 1—43. 
Dismission, 44, 45, 47, 48. 

Election. 161, 428, 431, 434, 543, 718, 779. 
Encouragement, 9S2, 995, 1010, 1015, 1029, 1034, 104$, 

1049, 1050, 1052, 1058. 
Eternity, 140. 141. 147, 490, 965, 1032, 1043, 1051. 
Evening. 84-101. 
Example; — 

Of Christ. 231-234, 719, 1055. 

Of Christians, 740, 1055, 1058. 

Faith ; — 630-642. 697. 707. 

Exercised, 637, 639, 640, 778. 

In Christ, 4S1, 4S2, 485, 487, 488, 491, 495, 630, 639, 

642. 
Of God, 502. 
813 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Power of, 427, 632, 033, 634, 697. 

Prayer of, 500, 631. 

" for, 182, 502, 630, 636, 654, 678. 

Victorious, 689, 697, 752, 753, 980, 982, 1043, 1044, 
1055, 1061, 1065. 

Weak, 665. 
Faithfulness ; — 

Of God and Christ, 182, 183, 187-192, 198, 638, 743. 
Family, 879, 880. 
Fast, 939-944. 

Fear, 490, 714, 978-982, 1018, 1027, 1028. 
Fellowship, 754-759, 767, 806-809, 852. 
Forbearance, 719, 767. 
Forgiveness, 450, 475, 719, 773. 
Funeral, 964-1060. 

Gentleness, 719, 726. 
Gethsemane, 238-240, 336. 

Glory of Christ, 261, 264, 268, 274, 276, 232, 294, 235, 
296. 208, 299, 301-305, 310, 311, 314, 315, 326, 876, 917. 

God; — 102-207. 

Attributes, 140-154. 

Benevolence, 157, 159, 169, 171, 177-180, 194, 195, 

198, 202-207, 426, 673. 
Compassion, 195, 197, 199, 200, 506, 516. 
Condescension, 151, 156-158, 168. 
Creator, 155, 172, 395, 424. 
Eternity, 140, 141. 
Faithfulness, 182, 183, 187-192, 198. 
Government, 142, 151-153. 
Holiness, 62. 

Incomprehensibleness, 150, 160, 167. 
Infinity, 140, 162. 
Justice, 142. 
Majesty, 142-145. 

Mercy, 145, 157, 172, 173, 174, 181, 184, 191, 429, 435, 

441, 491, 492, 559, 575, 576. 
Omnipotence, 142-145, 193. 
Omniscience, 146-149, 162, 695. 
Presence, 146, 149, 150, 546. 
Promises. 152, 185, 186. 
Providence, 156-207. 
Sovereignty, 151-153, 671, 680. 
Trinity, 102-109. 
Truth, 175, 182. 

Unchangeableness, 140, 182, 183, 198, 530, 685, 688. 
Wisdom, 154, 159, 160, 164, 165, 202. 
814 



PARTICULAR IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Gospel; — 195. 

Its Freedom, 430, 439, 441, 444-446, 449, 450, 4ol 
453-455. 

Its Power, 409. 501, 903, 905. 

Its Success, 192, 395, 397, 514, 896, 903, 925. 
Grace, 191, 303, 436. 

In Adoption, 782. 

In Conversion, 421, 426, 432, 433, 480, 501, 512. 
In Election, 434. 
In Trayer, 625. 

In Preservation. 421. 426, 436, 690, 783. 
In Restoration. 465. 649. 

In Salvation. 184, 421, 423, 424, 428, 430, 432, 436, 

551. 640. 649. 
In Sanctification. 422, 434, 436. 
Gratitude. 121, 169. 172-174, 189, 194, 207. 504-506, 545, 

547. 708. 726. 727. 728. 
Guidance. 203-206, 695, 696, 697, 698, 704, 70S, 713, 971. 
Guilt, 410-413, 417-420, 433, 484, 485. 



Harvest, 945-949, 953, 954. 
Hearing, 31, 46. 
Heart ; — 

Broken, 419, 483, 484. 491, 493, 549, 553, 576, 578, 581. 

Changed. 420. 581. 

Deceitful, 531. 583. 610. 

Hard. 247. 531. 550, 557, 558. 

Ture. 602. 720, 775, 777. 

Surrendered, 501, 504, 509. 
Heathen, 903. 904. 912. 
Heaven; 1029-1069. 

Anticipated, 976, 984, 989, 990. 991. 1001. 1029, 1031, 
1033. 1034, 1037, 1052. 1056, 1059. 1069. 

Blessedness of, 1001, 1039, 1040, 1041, 1043, 1044, 
1049, 1056. 

Christ in. 448. 702. 1053. 

Desired. 1029, 1030. 1032, 1035, 1038, 1040, 1042, 1046, 

1051. 1058, 1060. 1067, 1068. 
Glory of, 1036. 1042, 1045, 1046, 1047. 
Home in. 1047, 1048, 1050. 
Hoped for. 1046. 
Rest in. 1049. 1054, 1057. 

Saints in. 835. 1054, 1061. 1062. 1063, 1064, 1065, 1066. 

Vision of. 1055, 1058, 1059. 1061-1065. 
Hell. 471, 490, 571, 1028.' 
Holiness ; — 

Of God, 62, 147. 
815 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Desired, 367-369, 371-373, 375, 377, 379, 384, 385, 

390, 391, 502, 535, 597, 602, 603, 653, 724, 746. 
Holy Spirit ; 363-394. 

Comforting, 364, 372, 377, 384, 386, 389, 392, 500. 
Earnest, 363, 364, 375, 392. 

Enlightening, 367, 369, 373, 375, 377, 384, 385, 390, 

391, 394, 449. 

Grieved, 377, 387, 388, 463, 592. 

Indwelling, 374, 375, 379, 384, 393. 

Interceding. 375, 380, 625, 629. 

Reviving and Renewing, 363, 366, 363, 370, 373, 375, 

377, 380, 381, 389, 422, 427, 513, 908. 
Sanctifying, 365, 366, 369, 371, 373, 375, 378, 384, 

382, 389, 390, 403, 875. 
"Witnessing, 383, 403. 

" to Christ, 379, 331, 385, 386, 486. 
Hope, 392, 755, 1053, 1059. 

In Affliction, 287, 671, 679, 691. 

In Death, 972, 974, 975, 983, 985, 991. 

Under Conviction, 287, 410, 412, 413, 416-418, 452, 

453, 489. 

Humility, 442, 485, 491, 492, 493, 588-590. 

Immortality, 1001, 1004. 

Ingratitude, 86, 88, 557, 573, 578, 581. 

Intercession, 147, 286, 288, 289, 291, 294, 306, 431, 516, 553, 

Invitation, 441-469. 

Jerusalem, 1045-1047, 1048, 1051. 

Jesus, 216, 247, 254, 287, 292, 325, 330, 334, 335, 335, 341. 
343, 344, 350, 356. 481, 484. 485, 496, 497, 511, 517, 
520, 521, 524, 534, 528-540, 550, 554. 572. 538, 596, 
603, 604, 614, 679, 690, 713, 731, 738, 743, 757. 7G6, 
823, 833, 847, 852, 855, 898, 910, 925, 1005, 1011. 

Jews, 928. 

Joy, 209, 362, 377, 529, 539, 769, 781, 795, 1043. 
Jubilee, 425. 

Judgment, 469, 477, 503, 1018-1028. 
Justification, 265, 284, 309, 335, 431, 495. 

Kingdom of Christ, 892, 893, 895, 898, 899, 900, 907, 910, 
911, 914, 916, 917, 919, 920, 922, 923, 924, 925, 926, 
927. 

Knowledge, 760. 

Lamb of God, 294, 353, 425, 439, 481, 484, 487, 488, 562. 

707, 850. 

Law of God. 395. 397, 399, 400, 404, 416, 433, 478, 489. 

S1G 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Life; -964-972. 

Bi-evity of, 958, 959, 964, 966, 967, 969, 972. 

Importance of, 965, 967. 
Lord's Day ; — 49-75. 

Anticipated, 60, 63. 

Enjoyed, 49, 51, 52, 54, 57, 58, 62, 66, 69. 

Evening, 51, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75 

Morning, 51. 62, 63. 

Resurrection, 54, 67, 68. 

Rest, 54, 57, 59, 60, 63. 

Welcomed, 50, 53, 55, 56, 65, 70. 
Lord's Prayer, 616. 
Lord's Supper; — 837-S60. 

Appointed, 838, 839, 844, 846. 

Closed. 860. 

In Memory of Christ, 837, 839, 840, 841, 843, 850, 

851, 853, 855, 859. 
Showing forth his death, 839, 850, 854. 
Love; — 

Of Christ, 228, 232, 235, 242, 243, 244, 248, 254, 257, 
266, 292, 312, 315, 316, 317, 321, 322, 324, 331, 334, 
346, 441, 483, 484, 487, 530, 532, 534, 539, 541, 547, 
642, 649, 690, 837, 839, 841, 843, 844, 848, 850. 

Of Christians, 754-767. 9 

Of God, 202, 501, 532, 535, 543, 626, 666. 

To Christ, 524-548, 550, 724. 

To Christians, 754-759. 

To God, 716, 527, 528, 535, 544-546. 

To Men, 760, 761, 763-767. 

Man ; — 

Fallen, 158, 410, 411, 416, 434, 497. 
Lost, 422, 423, 465. 

Mortal, 199, 469, 958, 964-969, 972, 977, 979. 

Saved, 421, 422, 423, 426, 432, 437. 

Sinful, 412, 417, 418, 419, 420. 
Meditation, 90, 404, 568, 628, 848. 
Meekness, 231, 234, 235, 588-590, 726, 779. 
Mercy ; — (See God.) 
Ministers, 861-869. 
Missionaries, 890, 894, 901, 905, 909. 
Missions, 889-928. 
Morning, 76-83, 593, 594. 
Moses, 200, 236, 351, 617. 
Mourners, 622, 994, 995. 
Mystery, 150-154, 160-167, 663. 

Nation, 934-938. 

817 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Nature, 78, 112, 119, 133, 142, 145, 155, 158, 172, 180, 195, 

395, 396, 407, 947, 950-954. 
Nearness to God, 379, 516, 518, 520, 592, 600 , 601, 606, 

610, 624, 627, 628, 722. 
New Song, 279, 280, 351, 355, 357, 359. 
New Year, 956, 963. 

Obedience, 720, 721, 723, 725, 729, 730, 812, 813, 815, 
816. 

Omnipotence, 142-145, 193. 
Omnipresence, 146, 149, 150, 546. 
Omniscience, 146-149, 162, 695. 
Ordination, 861, 869. 

Pardon, 430, 437, 477, 551. 

Parents, 879, 883, 8S8. 

Parting, 43, 44, 45, 47, 48, 755. 780. 

Pastors, 862, 864-8G6, 869. 995. 

Patience, 589, 651, 652, 653, 603, 664, 681, 686. 

Peace ; — 

In Death, 970, 971, 973, 977, 978, 979 } 986, 983, 1003. 

Of Conscience, 445, 561, 634, 688. 

Through Christ, 49G, 561, 714. 

Of Nations, 896, 897, 914, 920, 941. 
Penitence, 418, 49*1, 549-587, 773. 
Perseverance, 733, 734, 741, 742, 750, 783. 
Pestilence, 944. 
Physician, 466, 482. 
Pilot, 646. 
Pisgah, 1039. 

Poor, 762, 763, 764, 765, 766. 
Praise; — 110-139. 

Adoring, 27, 117, 124, 130, 545. 

For Creation, 5, 9, 39, 112, 119, 120,121,127,128, 

131, 133, 137, 139, 172. 
For Preservation. 5, 9, 23, 80, 83, 88, 129, 168--174, 

176, 185, 193, 197. 
For Daily Mercies, 10, 25, 76-77, 83, 85-89, 126, 137, 
157, 169. 

For Redemption, 6, 15, 17, 52, 66-68, 102, 109, 115, 
120, 136, 172. 

Of Angels, 94, 120, 131, 156, 212, 213, 216, 218, 220, 

278, 279, 355. 
Of Children, 158, 181, 879-388. 

Of all people, 1-3, 113, 115, 116, 118, 121, 132, 138, 
139, 156, 176. 

To Christ, 218, 219, 230, 262. 274, 277, 294, 297-301, 
303-305, 350-362, 847, 848, 856. 
818 



PARTICULAR IXDEX OF SUBJECTS* 



To God, 110-139, 545. 
To the Trinity, 102-108. 
Prayer; 579, 611-631, 731. 
Answered, 626, 667, 790. 
Effectual, 614, 615. 
Enjoyed. 60. 
Hindrances to. 617. 
Invitation to., 612, 619, 621, 622. 
Lord's. 616. 
Kature of, 629. 
Privilege of. 627. 62S. 

Secret. 25, 90, 592, 603. 612. 615, 621, 624, 62S. 

Through Christ, 293, 327, 615, 618. 

Unceasing. 614. 
Preaching. 334, 861-863. 
Predestination, 434. 
Priesthood ; — 

Of Christ, 281-293, 307, 309, 312, 332, 425. 

Of Christians, 346. 
Progress, 692, 733. 734, 741, 742. 753. 769. 
Promises ; 152. 1S2, 183, 186, 187, 189, 198, 743, 751. 
Providence ; — 156-207. 

Mysterious. 160-167. 

Special. 120. 156, 157. 1S5. 194, 201. 656. 

Universal, 120, 126, 12S, 137, 191, 193, 194, 198, 648, 
670. 680, 947. 

Wise. 154, 159, 164, 651, 663 571, 711. 
Purity. 62, 695, 775. 



Pace, Christian. 741, 750, 977. 

Redemption. 210. 226. 250. 258, 262, 264. 280, 286, 294, 
299. 312, 321. 323. 328. 342, 350, 359, 413-429, 425, 
432. 551, 856. 903. 918. 

Refuge, 254. 258. 461. 665. 674. 

Regeneration. 420. 422. 433. 

Renunciation of World. 568. 

Repentance. 477, 4S3, 484, 489-493, 549-587. 

Resignation. 680. 6S2. 686. 

Rest. 246. 350. 441. 442. 445, 470, 471, 498, 563, 567, 572, 

607. 603. 610. 66S, 690, 691, 693. 
Restoration. 556. 573. 
Resurrection : — 1014-1017. 
Of Christ, 1016. 260-277. 
Of Christians. 1014, 1015, 1017. 
Return t^ God, 457. 553, 555. 569. 581. 684. 
Revival. 363, 366. 368, 370. 373. 376, 381, 382, 389, 4S6, 
512-514. 585. 701, 792, 799, 800, 804, 805. 

819 



PARTICULAR IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Righteousness ; — 

Of Christ, 300, 330, 335, 412. 417, 440, 493, 495, 500. 
Rock of Ages ; 258, 319, 327. 693. 

Sabbath. 49-75. 

Sacrifice of Christ, 413, 416, 446. 
Salvation; 410-514. 

By Blood of Cbrist, 410-416. 

Found, 478-514. 

Needed, 400-420. 

Of Grace, 420-440, 508, 512, 514. 

Sought. 470-514. 
Sanctuary; 871-878. 

Dedicated, 871-878. 

Loved, 7. 10. 11. 13. 14. 16. IS, 19, 21-27, 33, 34, 759, 87L 
Scriptures, 395-409, 537, 715, 720. 
Seamen. 929-933. 
Seasons. 945-955. 

Second Coming of Christ, 1007-1013, 1020, 1025-1028. 
Secret Prayer. 25, 90. 592. 603. 612. 615, 621. 624, 623. 
Self-dedication; 501. 509, 510, 564, 70S, 715-730. 

Denial, 719, 723. 740. 

Examination, 568, 569. 

Renunciation, 510. 464. 570. 

Surrender, 474, 487, 501, 510, 515, 562. 
Shepherd ; — 

Christ, 341. 347. 348. 

G-od, 203-207. 473, 970. 

Sickness, 657, 660. 
Sin; 410-420. 

Conviction of, 245. 410, 478, 579. 

Confession of. 410. 476. 549. 559, 575. 582. 583, 587. 

Forgiveness of. 245. 450. 475. 563. 580. 581. 

Indwelling. 2-34. 258. 497, 549, 552, 576, 667. 

Original. 410. 

Punished. 471. 490. 571. 1028. 

Repented. 477, 4S3, 484, 489-493, 549-587. 
Sinai, 255. 270, 323. 
Soldiers, 736. 
Song; — 

Of Angels, 212, 214, 216. 218. 224, 225. 261. 263. 270, 
274. 278. 279. 294, 298, 301, 315, 355. 504, 505, 513. 
Of Moses. 351. 752. 

Of Redeemed. 262. 279. 280. 294. 295. 299. 324. 354, 
359. 361. 362. 768..769. 911, 1052, 1054. 1065. 1066. 
Sons of Ood. 273, 379, 686. 782. 

Sorrow. 622-624. 644. 653, 655, 665, 674, 654. £37.694, 
700. 713. 995, 1064. 
820 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Soul ; — 

Its worth, 470, 471, 490, 505, 975, 983, 985, 990, 1014, 
1037. 

Love for it, 438, 449, 457, 513, 514, 542, 761. 
Sovereignty of God, 151-153. 
Spring. 950. 

Star of Bethlehem, 215, 219, 221, 222, 342. 
Storm. 932, 933. 
Strength, 699. 

Submission, 159, 165, 651-653, 663, 680, 682, 686, 711. 
Suffering, 643-714. 
Summer, 951. 
Temptation ; — 

Christ in. 648. 650, 687, 713. 

Courage in. 706. 

Support in, 687, 690, 706, 1059. 
Thanksgiving, 2. 5, 110-139, 155-158, 169, 172, 173, 180, 

193-196, 202, 945-949. 
Time ; — 

Accepted, 447, 448, 460-464, 476, 503. 

Brief, 141, 447, 462, 476, 479, 503, 958, 961-963, 
964-972, 984. 
Transfiguration, 236, 255. 
Trials, 159. 647, 667, 686, 704, 705. 

Trinity. 54, 64. 81, 99, 102-109, 123, 226, 236, 373, 378, 

379. 380, 830, 929. 
Trust, 201, 485. 643-714. 745. 

In Christ, 254, 282, 285, 317, 329, 335, 525, 638, 639, 

675, 686, 694, 707, 1005. 1028. 
In God, 159, 160, 164-166, 170, 172, 196, 197,201-207, 
646, 651, 658, 659, 678, 706, 711, 745, 991. 

Unbelief, 160, 476, 502. 554, 642. 
Union ; — 

Of Christians, 754-767, 796, 808, 809. 

To Christ, 515, 523, 1053. 

Victory ; — 

Of Christ. 208, 210, 236, 251 , 263-271, 274, 276-279, 
287, 296-299, 302, 305, 307, 308, 310, 313, 344, 354, 
356. 357, 360, 376, 898, 903, 906, 907, 910, 911, 914, 
917, 918. 922, 925. 

Of Christians, 736, 741, 745, 747, 751, 752, 975, 982, 
985. 1001, 1015, 1045-1047, 1054, 1055, 1058, 1061- 
1066. 

Vows. 196, 509, 510, 683. 

Wandering, 473, 494, 553, 555, 556, 566, 569, 573, 581, 
587. 

821 



PARTICULAR INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Warfare. 733, 735, 736, 993, 998, 1052, 1055. 1061-1063. 
Watchfulness, 731, 732, 735, 739, 746-748, 749, 972. 
Work, 708, 723-725, 729. 
World; — 

Converted, 139, 376, 395, 889, 891, 892, 896, 897, 908, 

921, 922, 925. 
ReDOunced, 458, 466, 508, 568, 609, 1033, 1037. 
Vain, 466, 1033. 
Worship; 1-48. 

Call to, 1, 3, 8, 9, 15, 19, 113, 114, 127, 128, 132. 139. 
Close of, 43-48, 61, 71-75. 

Enjoyed, 4, 7, 10, 11, 13-19, 21, 23, 24, 31, 33, 34, 50, 

51, 53-55. 57-60, 65, 69, 70, 75, 90. 
Evening. S3-101. 
Lord's Day. 49-75. 

Morning, 21, 22. 53. 55, 67, 68, 76-84, 130. 
Opening, 1-42, 49-70. 

Year; 950-963. 

Its Close. 956, 958, 959, 961, 962. 

New, 957. 960. 962, 963. 

Seasons, 947, 950-954. 
Youth, 399, 879-898. 

Zeal, 542, 724. 730. 741. 

Zion, 13. 14. 220, 225. 785, 787, 789, 790, 792-795. 800. 803, 
805, 861, 872, 895, 899, 924, 928, 1034, 1045, 106». 
822 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE. 



[The figures designate Hymns.] 



GENESIS. 

1: 2. 3.... 54, 107,929, 931 

1 : 9.10 39 

2:3 49, 54. 64 

3: 15 274 

3: 19 1004 

5: 24 546, 592 

6: 9 592 

8: 9 470 

8: 22 953.954 

12: 1—4 .632 

19: 17 431 

22: 14 642 

24: 56 742 

24: 63 90, 628 

28: 12 617 

28: 17 27, 59 

28: 10—22 196. 606 

32: 24—32 625, 626 

32: 28 .670 

45: 5—7 160 

49: 18 676 

EXODUS. 

3: 2 688 

3: 14 132 

13: 21 937 

15: 1 351 

17: 11 617 

19: 18 255, 789 

20: 10. 11 49, 54, 64 

25: 22 , ....611 

28: 29 ' 282 

LEVITICUS. 

3: ,8 .413 

14: 4—7 410 

25: 8—13 425 

NUMBERS. 

10: 2 54,70 

23: 10 621. 992. 1003 

23: 19 ..... 186, 189 



DEUTERONOMY. 



5: 12—14.. 


49. 54, 64 










26: 17, 18... 


..509, 510. 810 


















aa« 9,7 


17n 


34: 1....54, 643, 1039, 1040 


JOSHUA. 












977 



RUTH. 



1: 16. 



.806 



1st SAMUEL. 

1: 27, 28 880. 883 

2:2 175. 198 

2: 6—9 168, 171, 185 

3:1 406 

3: 4—10 458 

3: 18.... 165, 651. 652. 653, 
660, 662. 663 

4 : 9 733, 735, 747 

6: 20 411 

7 : 12 477, 642, 649 

2d SAMUEL. 

12 : 23 . . 994, 997, 1002, 1014, 
1038 

22 : 7—20.... 142, 144. 145, 
151, 152 

22: 47 176, 197 

23: 4 707 

23: 5 190 



823 



7XDEX OF SCRIPTURE. 



1st KINGS. 
8: 22— 54.... 870, 872, 873. 

876 

8: 27 27 

8: 37 944 

15: 4 189 

19: 8 855 

2d KINGS. 

2: 6—14 989 

2: 19 988 

4: 26 774 

5 : 10 410, 439, 482 

6: 16 751 

7:4 452 

20: 1....962, 966, 967. 977, 
979, 981 

1st CHRONICLES. 

16: 10—22 936—938 

29: 15 972 

2d CHRONICLES. 

1 : 11, 12 8S2 

6: 870—878 

6: 41 876 

16: 9 146—149 

EZRA. 
9: 6 559, 571, 575, 576 

NEHEMIAH. 

1 : 4—11 940, 942, 943 

9: 5 ......114 

13: 31 687 

ESTHER. 
4: 16.... 452, 4S7, 499, 507 
5:2 ..55 

JOB. 

1: 21 ...159, 660, 680, 684, 
686 

3: 17— 19... 986. 996, 1000, 
1057, 1060 

4: 17 ..411 

7:6 967, 969 

7: 16 .976 

7: 17 158 

9: 2 147, 411 

9: 5—8 142, 143 

9: 10 .154 

9 : 25, 26..: 967, 969 

11: 7 150. 160, 163, 167 

11: 19 87 

13: 15 452, 651—653, 

675, 6S6 

18: 683 

19: 25 286, 292, 1015, 

1017 

824 



23: 3—10 150, 624 

26: 7—14 164, 167 

29: 2 555, 585, 592 

29: 11—13 764—707 

31: 14 411 

33: 13 163—165. 107 

33: 15—17 603 

34: 21, 22 146—149 

35: 10 94 

37: 23 162 

38: 7 131 

38: 8—11 142. 143 

42: 5, 6 477, 478, 571, 

573, 578, 587 

PSALMS. 

1 : 2 404 

1:5 22 

2: 1—6 751, 801 

3: 039 

3 : 5 80, 83, 97 

4: 8 87. 97, 99 

5 . 22 

5: 3 .V.V.*. .V. .12,' 70— SI 

6: ....560 

8: 158,124 

8: 3, 4 lt>8 

9: 110 

14: 7 928 

15: 777 

16: 2 765 

16 : 8—11 .1051, 1054, 1060 

17: 1037 

18: 144. 176 

18: 7 411 

18: 11 112 

18: 35 050 

19 : 395, 396, 403, 407 

19: 1 .155 

19: 5, 6 78 

20: 5, 7 93S 

23: -...203—207, 341, 348 

24: 3—5 777 

24: 7—10,... 228, 231, 276 

25: 556 

25: 14 775 

27 : 23, 619, 706 

27: 4 33 

29: 10, 11 143. 144 

30: 5 671 

31: 5 675 

31: 15 680,681 

32: 1—7 773 

32: 7 323 

32: 11 781 

33: 188 

34: 197 

34: 7 87, 94 

36: 178 

36: 6 180 

37: 5 671 

37: 37 1003 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE . 



39: 4 966 

40: 1—3 645 

41 : 1 "63 

42: 608 

42: 5 745 

44: 938 

45: 297, 311,313 

45: 2 352 

45: 3, 5 56 

46: 175 

46: 5. 803 

46: 9 941 

46: 10 165 

48 : 40, 785 

48: 14 970, 971 

51 : .... 410, 419, 489, 492, 
493, 549, 571, 575, 580 

51: 7 330 

51: 8 35 

53 : 6 928 

55: 673, 683 

56: 13 746 

57: 138 

60: 943 

61: 674 

61: 2 586 

63 : 21 130, 527. 544, 

545, 599 

63: 3 .322 

65 : 4, 5, 6, 9, 20 

65: 7 ...929, 933 

65: 11 947,955 

65: 13 952 

66: 144 

66: 10 808 

67 : 115, 921 

68: 18 265, 270, 274 

69: 817 

71: 329 

71: 9—17 659 

72: 898,900,914,920 

73 : 170, 683 

73 : 24. . .696, 697, 713, 720 

73 : 25 528, 533 

75: 7 . .161 

77: 16—19 144 

77: 19 160. 163 

78: 879 

80 : 804, 936 

84: ...7, 10, 16, 19, 33, 34 

84: 10 .50 

84: 11 94, 801 

85: 555,592,799,800 

87: 2 ......872 

87 : 3 787, 803 

87: 5 873 

87: 7 593 

89: 186, 189 

89: 6—14 142 

89: 34 190, 192 

90 : 140, 141, 964 

00: 12 .958, 967 

825 



91 
91 
91 
92 
92 
93 
93 
95 
95 
95 
96 
97 
98 
100 
100 
102 
102 
102 
103 
103 
104 
104 
107 
107 
108 
110 
112 
113 
115 
116 
116 
116 
116 
117 
118 
118 
119 

119: 
120: 
121: 
122: 
122: 
125: 
126: 
127: 
130: 

130: 
130: 
131: 
132: 
132: 
132: 
133: 
135: 
136: 
137: 
137: 
138: 
139: 
139: 



201, 770 

5. 6 95, 185. 944 

11, 12 87, 94 

51, 57 

12, 14 692 

152 

3, 4 143, 145 

8, 9, 39, 113 

2 945 

7 447, 448, 460 

.127. 923 

151, 153/1022 

113, 209 

1. 2. 3 

1, 2 ..113 

1, 2 . 5S4 

13 790 

25 141 

136, 199. 200 

15, 16 .141, 964 

.112 

23 725 

173 

21— 30... 193, 929, 933 

.943 

........310,313,1613 

..771 

156 

134 

28, 727 

7 174 

13 620 

15 992, 993, 996 

116. 139 

22 '..52 

23 66 

.... 399, 400, 404, 601, 
715 

105 405. 406 

5 1047 

95, 171. 185 

13, 14, 18, 53 

7 :....65 

635 

512 

2 79, 84, 986 

.... 418, 551, 570. 646, 
658. 700 

3 411 

5, 6 645 

588, 589, 590 

8 .876 

13 803 

16 868, 869 

754, 756 

17 

157, 172 

797, 798, 991 

.784 

129 

. 146, 148, 149 
930 



5, 6 . 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE . 



































144: 11. 12 


.879— 8S7 


144 : 15 


227 


145: ....111,118, 


135, 169. 




4S1 


145 : 10 


108 


146: 126. 135, 137 


147: 








147 : 4. 5 


154 


147: 5 


148 


147: 14 


941 


147 : 20 


.936, 938 


148: 


121. 128 






149 : 2 




150! 


.132 


PROVERBS. 


3: 5,6 


671 






4: 7 








10: 7 


996 


18 : 24 




27! 1 


967 


ECCLESIASTE3. 


9: 10 


462 


11 : 9 


477, 101 S 


12 : 1 




12: 7 


. . . .1004 


12! 14 


101S 


CAXTICLES. 
















352 


IS AT AH 




i: 18 


.430. 481 


2: 1—4 








6: 8 


717 


9: 1—7 




9 : 2.... 208, 899 


, 902. 904 




.....217 


21: 11 




25: 8 








26: 1—4 


.....787 



82G 



26- 


19 


1014 


25 


16 


52, 877 


32 


15. 16 . 


363 


33 


17 




33: 


24 


1043 


35 


1..861. 


S93. 896. 900. 012 


35 


8—10.. 


..763, 776.1045. 

1045 


3? 


1 


977. 070 


40: 


3—5... 


915 


40: 






40: 


11... 164, 203— 2 '7.341, 






347. 704 


40: 


26 


154 


40: 


27—31. 


734, 74-5 


41 






42: 


1 3 


232 235 


42- 






43: 


1,2 


670 


43: 






43: 


10 


807 


46: 






43: 


10 


OSS, 752 


49 : 


10 .. 


1054, 1001. 1003 


4.» 


15 


.....'..530, 794 


49: 


16 


42S 


49: 






50: 


10 


676 


51: 


11.. 760 


77G. 1045. 1046 


51: 




912 


52: 


1 


800 


52: 


7—10. . 


861 


53: 






53: 


3. 4.... 


2S3. 481 








53 : 


6 


473 


53: 


7 


233,234 


54: 


2 


,S71 


54: 


10 


427 


55 : 




449. 451 


55 : 


1. 2.... 


.503 


55 : 


7. 8.... 


456. 457 


59: 
60: 


1 


565. S71 

.792 


60 ; 


1 


795, 899 


50 : 












61 . 


1, 2.... 


232—235 


61: 


7 




61 : 




896 


62 . 


6,7.... 


895 


62. 






64: 




871 


65: 




, , 1003. 1013 


63: 






66: 







JEREMIAH. 

2: 2 55 5 

3:4 8,86 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE. 



3: 22... 549, 552, 553, 558, 
580, 581, 582 

8: 22 466 

9: 1 ..438,761 

10: 13 143—145 

13 : 23 416,420,422 

14: 8 . .692,799 

17: 9 468, 578, 583 

23 : 6 330, 334, 335 

23 : 23. 24 146—149 

23: 28, 29 408 

31: 3 318, 321, 322, 501 

L AMBULATIONS. 
3: 31— 33.... 659, 676,685 

EZEKIEL. 

18: 20, 21 463 

33: 832 

33: 11 483 

34: 12 341. 347, 473 

33: 26 420, 558, 576 

36: 37, 38 ..... 370 

37 : 3 280, 908 

37 : 9 386, 875 

SAMEL. 

2: 35, 44 786 

3 . 25 688 

7 : u\ 27*308, 310. 313, 314 
12: 2 ....1017,1019 

HOSEA. 

6: 1,2 684 

11: 4 603 

14: 1, 2. 4 563, 582 

JOEL. 
2: 12—17 940 

2: 23 954 

2: 23, 29 363, 332 

AMOSi 
4: 12... 469, 477, 984,998, 
1018 

7: 2 791 

JONAH. 

2: 644,645,658 

3: 9 452 

MIC AH. 

2: 10 1034 

4: 1—4 897, 899 

6 : 6 — 8. 777 

7: 18 430 

NAHTJM. 

1: 3 142—145 

1: 15 831 

827 



HABAKKUK. 

2: 14 900, 911, 914 

3: 17, 18 . .637, 707 

HAGGAI. 
2: 7 217, 222, 224, 299 

ZECHARIAH. 

1: 5 969, 995 

9 : 9 236 

13: 1 330,414 

MALACHI. 

3: 1 218, 799 

3: 2 ......411, 1018, 1019 

3: 10 916 

3: 16 7S0, 807, 808 

4: 2.. 77, 81, 323, 332, 340, 
707, 902, 903 

MATTHEW. 
1: 21... 317, 319,327. 328, 
334, 538, 539, 540 

2: 9, 10 215. 219, 220, 

223, 225, 342 

2: 11 .219 

3: 1, 2 226 

3: 13... 812, 816, 819, 820, 
825 

5: 3—13 762 

5:8 775 

5 : 14 779, 807 

5 : 18 396 

6: 6 627,628 

6 : 9—13 .616 

6: 11 681 

6: 13 704 

6: 25—34 707, 711 

7: 7 502,612,615 

7 : 11 20 

7: 13, 14 459, 886 

8: 23— 27.... 642, 646, 932, 
933 

9 : 12 482 

9: 35 232 

9 : 37, 33 912. 954 

10: 25 719, 737. 744 

10: 32, 33 736, 733, 743 

10: 38 679, 744 

10: 42 766 

11 : 25, 26 633 

11: 19 316 

11: 28—30 ...229, 441,442, 
445, 449, 552, 633, 693 

11 : 29 231—235. 806 

13: 3—8 36, 37 

13: 17 861 

13: 45, 46 332 

14: 23 627, 628 

17 : 1—9 236, 255 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE . 



18: 1—5 588—590 

16: 20 18, 807 

21: 1—10 237 

21: 9 42 

21: 42 52 

22: 2—10 451, 455, 842 

24: 27 .1008 

24: 30. .312, 446, 1023, 1028 

24: 35 396 

24: 42 749 

25: 6, 23 998 

25: 6 1007, 1010 

25: 21 963 

25: 31—46 1020—1028 

25: 40 766 

26: 11 764—766 

26: 26—30 837—860 

20: 36—46 238—240 

26: 39, 42.... 651, 653, 656, 
662 

26: 64.. 312, 446, 1023, 1028 

27: 33—50 241—257 

27: 51—53 241, 305 

27 : 59—61. . . .259, 824, 826 

28: 67 260—277, 1016 

28: 18—20 ...263, 822, 890, 
894, 901, 905 

MARK. 

2: 17 482 

4: 3—8 36, 37 

4: 37—41 . ..646, 931, 932, 
933 

6: 47—50 714 

9: 2—10 236, 255 

9: 24 642, 666, 667 

9 : 36, 37 ; 10 : 15 . . 588—590 

10: 13—16 8S0, 887 

10 : 21 719, 740, 744 

10: 28—30 . 679 

11: 1—10 237 

11: 9—10 42 

11: 23 630, 636 

12: 10 52 

13: 24— 27.. 312, 446, 1023, 
1028 

13: 31 396 

13: 38—43 945 

13: 45 749 

14: 7 764—766 

14: 12—26 837— S60 

14: 32—42 238—240 

14: 36 651, 653, 656, 662 

14: 62. .312, 446, 1023, 1028 

15: 22—37.. 241—257 

15: 46 259, 824, 826 

16: 67, 260—277 

16: 15 .890, 894 

LUKE. 

15 31—33 224 

823 



2: 7, 13 230, S83 

2: 8—14 214, 218 

2: 13, 14.... 216, 218, 223, 
225 

2 : 29 988 

2: 46 881 

2: 32 904 

3: 3 225 

3: 7 472 

3: 22 819, 825.829 

4: 18 208, 232 

5: 8.... 410, 418, 475. 476, 
489—493, 497. 549, 
£70, 571, 578. 

5: 11 679, 713 

6: 36 764, 765, 767 

7: 34 .316 

7: 47 257 

8 : 4—8 36, 37 

8: 22—24 932 

9: 23 679, 744 

9: 28—36 236, 255 

9: 46—48 588—590 

9: 57—62 723, 723 

10: 2 912, 954 

10: 21 633 

10: 24 861 

10: 30—37 764 

10: 39, 42 532, 698, 722 

11: 1 629 

11: 2—4 616 

11: 3 681 

11: 4 704 

11 : 8 614, 625, 626 

11: 9, 10 502, 615. 621 

11: 13 ..20 

12: 8, 9 736, 73S. 743 

12: 22—28 711 

12: 32 791 

12: 35— 40.... 732, 746, 748, 
' 749, 998 

13: 24.... 459, 462 

14: 16— 24.... 451, 453.455, 
465, 842 

15: 6 473 

15: 7, 10 513 

15: 11— 2 4.. 445, 452, 456— 
458. 479, 488. 494. 508 

16: 3, 4....... .719 

10: 5 61. 636 

17: 5 61, 182. 746, 757 

17: 24 1008, 1023 

18: 1—7 b 614, 615 

18: 10— 14... 491, 492, 575, 
576 

18: 16 880, 887 

18: 37 433 

19: 10 208, 210, 227 

19 : 41 293, 43S. 761 

20: 17 52 

21: 27 1020. 1023, 1024 

21: 33, 396 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE . 



21: 36 749 

22: 19 837—860 

22 : 39—46 238—240 

22: 42.... 651, 653,656, 662 
23: 33 .241—257 

23 : 34 618 

23 : 44, 45 241 

23: 46 . 101 

23: 53 259, 824,826 

23: 42, 43 414, 687 

24: 1—12 67, 260—277 

24: 29 84, 973, 974 

24: 32 31 

24: 50, 51 272 

JOHN. 

1: 12, 782 

1: 13. 422 

1 : 14 213 

1: 29....413,414,487, 488 

3 : 3 420, 433 

3: 16, 17 210, 227 

3: 30 211 

4: 13, 14 524 

5: 39. 395—409 

6: 17—20 714 

6 : 53—58. . .524, 837—839, 

849, 852, 854, 855, 

858—860 
6 : 68.... 471, 474, 566, 610 

7: 37 451, 454 

8: 12.... 93, 326, 340, 708, 
902 

9: 25 480 

10: 4, 5 341 

10: 9 1056 

10: 11 341, 347, 348 

10: 29 638 

11: 26 983, 985 

11: 35 655 

12: 8 764—766 

12: 12—15 237 

12: 32 242 

13: 9 330 

13 * 23. 532 

14 : 2. ! '.275,' 432, 1031,' 1059 

14: 6 325, 339, 587, 703 

14: 16 393 

14: 19 525 

14 : 27 48, 688 

15: 1—6.... 515, 519, 520, 
654, 809 

15: 12 754—767 

15: 13 316 

15: 16 435 

15: 26 393 

16: 7—14 36a -394 

16: 16 857; 984 

16: 23 615, 618 

16: 33 183 

17: 9 618,639 

829 



17: 9, 10 703 

17: 12 638 

17: 21 754-759, 796, 

809, 858 

17: 23 515 

17 : 24 1038, 1051 

18: 1 238—240 

19: 17—37 241—258 

19: 30 252 

19: 34 251, 258,439 

19: 38—42 259 

20: 1—18 67, 260—277 

21: 15— 17.... 530, 542, 866, 
869 

ACTS. 

1: 9—11... 272 

2: 1—13 64, 382 

2 : 2, 3 265, 267, 393 

4: 12 319 

4: 41.... 687, 736, 738, 743 
7: 55— 60.... 737, 752, 975 

7: 59 1005 

9: 6.... 710, 723, 726, 728, 
730 

9: 11 629 

9: 18 420 

10: 33 31 

13 : 48 .434 

14: 22 642, 752 

16: 9 927 

16: 30 410—514 



ROMANS. 

20 411 

21, 22.... 412, 413, 416, 
424 

23, 24.... 410, 417,421, 

427, 430, 436 

5 102, 386, 378, 380 

4.... 826, 829, 830, 831, 
832, 834 

9 478, 480 

24 552, 578 

14, 15.... 306, 375, 379, 
500, 535, 782 

17...., 779 

18 712, 1044 

19—23 1012, 1013, 

1026 

24 '. 1059 

26 375, 380, 629 

28 774 

29 434 

31 507 

32 615 

33 431 

34 281—293 

1—3 7C1 

14, 15 861 

33—36 154, 167 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE. 



12: 2 724. 725 

12: 4, 5.' 757, 808, 809 

12: 12 1010 

13: 10, 11 959, 968 

14: 7, 8 527, 528, 729 

15: 30 .867—869 

1st COR^TTHIANS. 

l ! 28 791 

1 : 30 330, 335, 412, 

778, 779 

2: 2 248— 250 

3: 9 945 

5: 8 856 

6: 19 374, 591, 775 

6: 20.... 510, 723, 725, 720 

9: 24—27 741 

10: 4 258 

10: 16, 17 852, 858 

10: 31 80, 729 

11: 23— 25.... 547, 841, 844 

11: 26 857 

12: 38 864 

13: 760 

13: 8 365 

13: 12 664 

14: 20 5S8— 590 

15: 10 421, 435, 480 

15 : 20 262— 266, 1016 

15 : 55. . . .264. 269, 693. 973, 
982, 987 

15: 57 982, 985, 987 

16: 13...732— 737, 747— 751 

2d CORINTHIANS. 

1: 3, 4 372, 657. 674, 

6S4, 707 

1 : 20 186, 187. 423 

1 : 22 363, 364, 375 

4: 6 424 

4: 17, 18 633, 1044 

5: 1 983, 1050, 1051 

5 : 5 363, 364, 375 

5: 7 163,632 

5: 8... 976. 988, 991, 1032, 
1038, 1042, 1050, 
1051, If 60, 1087— 
1069. 

5: 14... 331, 333, 532. 534, 
542, 543 

5: 17 422 

6: 10 771, 772 

6: 16 591, 775 

8:9 336, 517, 522 

9: 15 626 

10: 1 233—235 

12: 9, 10 699 

GALATTANS. 

t: 12 408, 409 

830 



2: 20 243 

2: 28 75T 

3: 15 550. 592 

4 : 26 .1068 

6: 14.... 246— 251, 256, 257 

EPHESIANS. 

6 768 

20 877 

8 532 

17—21 43, 333, 796 

19 318, 487, 562 

4 757 

5 796 

8 265, 864 

30 3S7, 388 

8 712 

19 131,133,781 

27 .....521 

10, 13 733. 747, 753 

18, 20 1067—1069 



PHILIPPIANS. 

1:6 191 

1: 21.... 595, 723, 975, 983, 
9S5, 9S7 

1: 23.... 976, 977,978,1031, 
1042, 1043, 1047. 1051, 
1067, 1068 

2: 2 754, 759 

2: 3 767 

2: 5-11.... 213, 231, 234, 
235, 336, 517. 522, 764 
2: 10.... 301. 302, 310, 311, 
313, 319, 334, 898, 925 

2: 15 779 

3: 1 769, 776, 781 

3: 7— 9... 248, 495, 523, 533, 
535 

3: 13, 14.... 741, 750, 753, 
1029 

3 : 20—21. .1007—1011. 1015 

4: 4 769, 776, 781 

4: 8 740, 777, 779 

COLOSSIANS. 

1: 7 867 

IS 13 1051.1059 

1: 16, 17 120, 213. 333 

2: 12 826, 829, 830, 832, 

834 

3: 1—3.... 771, 834. 1029, 

3 : 3 284,349,1006 

3: 4 7S2, 1010, 1011 

3: 12—14 753—767 

3: 16 131, 133, 781 

3: 17 729 

4 : 2 . . 731, 749 

4 : 3 867—869 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE . 



1st thbssalonians. 

4: 13, 14 986, 987, 994, 

99(5, 1000, 1001, 1004, 
1014—1017 
4: 16.... 1019, 1023, 1024, 
1026 

4: 17 1042—1044, 1051 

5: 5 641, 712 

5: 11 808 

5: 17 614,731 

2d THESSALONIANS. 
1 : 7— 10.. .1018, 1020—1028 
3: 1 867— S69 

1st tdiothy. 

1 : 15.... 208— 210,226,335, 
423, 425, 429 

1: 17 ..162, 7S3 

1: 18 749 

2: 5 350 

3: 16 150,213,230,268, 

' 276—280 

4: 8 768—783 

6: 6—8 643, 660, 661, 

664, 681, 711 

6: 12 735, 736,747,743, 

750, 751, 753, 810 
6: 15, 16 120, 353 

2d TIMOTHY. 

1: 8 738, 743 

1:9 426, 428, 429, 435, 

842 

1 : 12 639, 743 

2-: 3 736, 747, 748, 753 

2: 13 187—189 

2: 19 183, 638 

3: 15 399, 881, 882 

3: 16 398,405,406/408, 

409 

4 : 6—8 963, 977,998 

TITUS. 

2: 10—13 740 

2: 13 844. 857, 1007, 

1010, 1011, 1053 
3: 5—7 440 

HEBREWS. 

1: 2 409 

1: 3 120, 277, 290, 302. 

305, 677 

1: 8, 9 ...311 

1: 14 94, 450 

2 : 3 449,462,463, 469 

2: 6—8 ...158 

2: 9 294—305, 310, 677 

2: 11 316 

83 J 



2: 15 355 

2: 17, 18 281, 283, 517, 

518, 522 

3: 13 447, 448. 460, 462 

4: 9 58, 74, 1034, 1038, 

1050, 1057, 1060 

4: 13 146—149 

4 : 14— 16. . . .281—283, 289, 
290, 309, 615, 618 

6: 12 993, 1055, 1058 

6: 19.... 287. 290, 678, 1059 
7: 24, 25 .. 284— 286, 291— 
293, 306 

7: 25 231—235 

9: 12. 14 413 

9: 24.... 281—293 

9: 27 1018—1028 

10: 19— 22.... 283, 343, 615 

10: 24, 25 759, 807, 808 

10: 37 1013 

11: 1058 

11: 1 630—634 

11: 10, 14 1031, 1034, 

1047 

11: 13 - 972 

11 : 16 1042, 1046 

11 : 25 1037 

12: 1 741, 1055 

12: 2 467, 631, 709 

12 : 3 233, 234, 235, 744 

12: 4 672, 737 

12: 6 656, 667, 6S0, 686 

12: 12 :.. ..671 

12: 18— 24.... 768, 789. 989 

13: 14 1031, 1034, 1047 

13: 17 862 



JAMES. 

1: 5... 20. 363, 390. 391, 832 
1: 17.../. 173, 198, 363, 666 

1: 22 36—38 

1: 27 760, 763—767 

2: 14, 17 740, 760 

2: 23 335 

4: 6, 10 588—590 

4: 14 958. 964—967 

5: 8 1007—1013 

5: 10 1055, 1058 

5: 16 611—626 



1ST PETER. 

1 : 3, 4 1016 

1: 8.. 529, 537,538, 539, 849 

1: 13 732 

1: 17 731, 739, 746. 748 

1 : 19. . . .320, 335, 413—415 

1 : 24 141, 964—967 

1: 25 ,396 

2:6 52, 877 



INDEX OF SCRIPTURE . 



2: 7 317. 320, 327. 32S. 

332. 333. 334, 345, 
539, 540. 

2 : 21 231—235. 719 

2: 24 336, 413, 4S1 

2: 25 473 

3: 14 679 

3: 18.... 242, 244, 245. 247. 

253, 284 

3: 21 826 

3 : 22.... 268, 287, 294, 296, 

310, 314, 315 

4: 12. 13 672 

4: 17, 18 469 

5:4 869 

5 : 7 25, 612, 643. 669, 

671, 673, 675, 681, 
6S2, 683, 707, 711 
5: 8 ..739, 746, 743 



2d PETER. 

1: 19 326, 405, 406. 593 

3: 10 1021. 1022 

3 : 12. . .1007—1013, 1021— 
1024 



1st JOHN. 



1: 3 516, 536 

1:5 641 

1: 7 414, 415,439,481, 

487,641 

3: 1...35, 77, 147, 283—291 
294, 553 

2:2 335 

3: 1, 2 779. 782 

4: 8 202. 249 

4 : 9 424. 437 

4: 10 435, 842 

4: 19 435, 541 

5: 3 673 

5: 4 ...636, 982 

5: 7 102—109 



JTDE. 

1: 14,15 1018—1028 

1: 22,23 761 

1: 24.25 783 

832 



REVELATION. 
1: 5 . 6... 312, 315,346. 355 



1 : 






1: 






1: 






2: 






3: 






3: 




443 


4: 






5: 






5 : 


12. 


.279, 304, 310, 3-54, 
357, 361. 362, 1035, 
1036, 1062. 


6: 




6: 


16.. 


....1020, 1022. 1028 


7: 








1036, 1042 


7: 


13—17.1054,1055,1061, 






1062, 1063—1065 


8: 


3. 4 2S0 


11: 






14: 






14: 


13.. 


.992, 993, 996, 1003 


14: 






15: 






17: 






19: 






19: 






19: 


10. 


290 


19: 






20: 


11— 15... 42. 1013. 1021, 






1022. 1023, 1024, 






1026 


20: 






21: 




21: 


4.. 


1049. 1064 


21: 






21: 






21: 


10—27 1045—1048 


21: 






22: 






22: 






22: 






22: 




446 


22: 


16. 


..226, 593. 738. 852. 
893. 926. 10-53 


22: 


17. 


..445, 446. 443.449, 
451—455. 460 


22 : 


20. 


243, 299, 799, 

1012, 1013 



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